Del '63
Fito Páez
From '63
I was born in '63, with Kennedy in charge
A tune in my head, even the air felt strange
It was mid-March
The world made me grow up between carrots and meat
'69 found me watching that man on that televised Moon
Then came school, then came Vietnam
The Yanks swore they loved napalm
Jobim lulled me to sleep at night when all was calm
Played folk, then rock and roll
And then Lennon showed up talking about love
What’s going on on Earth that the sky keeps getting smaller?
The neighborhood's just like yesterday
They flipped the house next door
People are just like yesterday
With a few more years under their belts
Then I started smoking in every dark corner
By '76: You can't walk alone on the
Street without a gun
And so I had a woman between my legs
Like the tide, one day she left
The world was rushing by like a bike
I remember places in my city
I remember that kiss in the middle of the theater
I remember the guard in the square with his broomstick
Today they shot a man standing in New York
Another decade kicks off at full speed
The wind hits my face, signaling a change in direction
The neighborhood's just like yesterday
They flipped the house next door
People are just like yesterday
With a couple of wars under their belts
And so I started '83, almost 20 years of history
The century is dying and it won’t change anymore
It’s gasping in some hospital
We’re to blame and we need to fix it
Let’s call the weak and the speaker, the waiter, the poet
The musician, the laborer
Let’s call all the men, the feast is ready