No Soy de Aquí, Ni Soy de Allá (En Vivo)

I like those who stay silent
And I like those who sing
And from walking so much with myself
I like what happens to me
Things happen to me like this
Even if it's not important to tell everyone everything that happens
Because one does not live alone
And what happens to one is happening to the world
The only reason, and cause
Because everything is so perfect, because God is perfect
That some star moves when I pick a flower
That's why if there's one, there's two

I learned about the devil the night I said no to the hungry
Also that night I learned that the devil is a child of God
I walk alone through life with a dominant tone
Modestly a singer without the intention to teach
Because if the world is round, I don't know what it means to move forward

Walking and walking, always walking just to walk
I didn't come to explain the world
I just came to touch it
I don't want to judge man, I want to tell man
My condition is life and my path is to sing
Sing, and tell about life
It's my way of walking

One day I arrived in Tandíl
And I met an old man who, lacking intelligence, decided to be very wise
I asked the beautiful old man about Jesus one night
And that same night I met him
When a mirror reached me

I dance with my song and not with the one that plays
I am not freedom, but the one who provokes it
If I already know the way, why should I walk lying down
If I like freedom, why should I live as a slave

To choose
I always choose more for my brother than for myself
And if I chose to be an eagle, it's out of love for the worm
I prefer to walk on foot and not on a borrowed horse
Someone for an apple, forever remained indebted

The one who goes lighter always arrives first
The day I die, a scale won't be needed
Because to watch over a singer, a milonga is enough

I face the enemy, turn my back on good comments
Because he who accepts flattery begins to be dominated
A man caresses the horse to ride it

Forgive me if I overstepped and became preachy
No one can give advice
There is no man who is so old
I carry the Sun on my shoulder
And the world is yellow

I like to walk
But I don't follow the path because what's safe no longer holds mystery
I like to go with summer far away
But to return to my mother in winter

And see the dogs that never forgot me
And the horses, and the hugs my brothers give me

I like
I like

I like
I like the Sun Alicia and the doves
The good cigar and the Spanish guitar
Jumping walls and opening windows
And when a woman cries

I like wine as much as flowers
And rabbits but not tractors
Homemade bread and Dolores' voice
And the sea wetting my feet

I'm not from here
Nor am I from there
I have no age
Nor for coming
And being happy is my identity color

I like to always lie on the sand
Or ride a bike chasing Manuela
Or all the time to see the stars
With María in the wheat field

I'm not from here
Nor am I from there
I have no age
Nor for coming
And being happy is my identity color

Lara lara lara lará lara lara

Greetings