Viejo Mundo
Fito Páez
Old World
One by one the stars went away
The sea bit traces of its sand
Wounded light that split that sky for me
And today you dawn again old world
Japan explodes in noises and artifacts
The night gives its sex to Buenos Aires
And I in view of some scenario
And today you dawn again old world
How you will be, how I will be
How many will we follow
Those who survived
Left marks
I will encompass you in your extension
And I will be the earth, the water, the sun
The wind, the musician, the pedestrian
A hope, I will be a mountain
I will be a region in your regions
I will avoid the sad ceremony of the wake
And I will love you on the edge of a knife
The milk is white, the meat is red
Hunger is black, and black is its horseshoe
A shotgun spits bullets of cocaine
And there is a puppeteer, and there is a puppeteer
And I look at you from my window
One more among all these many
I want to see you singing to the future
And with all those people, old world
How you will be, how I will be
How many will we follow
Those who survived
Left marks
I will encompass you in your extension
And I will be the earth, the water, the sun
The wind, the musician, the pedestrian
A hope, I will be a mountain
I will be a region in Catamarca
I will avoid the sad ceremony of the wake
And I will love you on the edge of a knife
The milk is white, the meat is red
Hunger is black, and black is its horseshoe
A shotgun spits bullets of cocaine
And there is a puppeteer, and there is a puppeteer
We do not forget those who left
Those who will come are waiting for now
And those of us who are here will take advantage
To change your face, old world
