Del '63
Fito Páez
From '63
I was born in '63, with Kennedy at the head
A melody in the nose, I think even the air was strange
Mid March
The world made me grow between carrots and meat
'69 found me watching that man on that televised moon
And school came, and Vietnam came
The Yankees swore they loved napalm
Jobim put me to sleep at night when everything was calm
He played folklore, then rock and roll
And here came Lennon talking about love
What happens on Earth when the sky is getting smaller?
The neighborhood is the same as yesterday
They flipped the house next door
People are the same as yesterday
With a couple of years on top
Then I started smoking in every dark corner
'76 was already running: You can't walk alone in the
Street without a revolver
And so I had a woman in the middle of my legs
Like the tide, one day it went away
The world moved like a bicycle, in a hurry
I remember places in my city
I remember that kiss in the middle of the cinema
I remember the guardian of the square with his broomstick
Today they killed a man standing in New York
Another decade begins at full steam
The wind touches my face, marks a change of course
The neighborhood is the same as yesterday
They flipped the house next door
People are the same as yesterday
With a couple of years on top
And that's how I started '83, it's almost 20 years of history
The century dies and changes no more
He is dying in any hospital
We are to blame and we must solve it
Let us call the weak and the orator, the young man, the poet
To the musician, to the laborer
Let's call all the men, the banquet is ready