Sable Chino
Fito Páez
Chinese Saber
Take a Coca Cola at three
And anything at any time
And as he got tired of playing
He painted his eyes with yellow carpet
And the subways have already closed
I don't want to see you cry anymore
Any reason seems fair to you
There are no ages to live
And you are not alone in the world
And I don't understand who I'm talking to
He and I live here
He falls in love and I ask him questions
A moon in the heart
And a sharp Chinese saber at the tip
I don't care who I am anymore
If a poorly born, schizophrenic of today
Or a guerrilla, militant of what...?
He and I who we are
He writes and I bother
And the saxophone drips with hatred
