La Bicicleta Blanca

You saw it. Surely you too, at some point, saw it
I'm talking about that eternal cyclist alone, so alone, who climbs the streets at night
He tucks the pant legs into his socks
And wears a beret pulled down to his ears, did you notice?
No one knows, no, where the hell he comes from
He's never known where the hell he's going
Anyway, if you see him passing by, look at him with much love
It might be, once again

The skinny guy who had the white bicycle
Whistling a tune he crossed the city
His wheels, so pitiful: So small and square
That the poor guy would get his beard tangled in the pedal!

He had goat horns on the handlebars
In a cart behind, he carried a fish and a loaf of bread
Panting like a little bird, he climbed the slopes
And he encouraged himself, shouting as he pedaled

Come on, God! Come on, God!
Go for it, little heart!
You know that winning
Is not in arriving but in continuing

Meanwhile, everyone on the sidewalks
Rolling with laughter
We applauded him to death!
And he, with eyes like a novel
He waved, thanked
And knew how to repeat

Come on, God! Come on, God!
Go all out, go, God!

But one night, his horrible bicycle with a trailer began to sow a huge phosphorescent tail. Unbelievable!: The pickpockets returned the wallets on the buses; the powerful ended hunger; the UFOs revealed the mystery of peace; the mayor himself filled the street potholes, and even I, kid, I who am the sorrows, cried with joy dancing under that light the cyclist's polka

Then, I don't know, I swear, why sinister rage
I don't know why we did it, we did it unintentionally!
To the skinny guy, poor guy!, we attacked him from behind
We started breaking his white bicycle

We hit it hard, disgustingly, in a big way
We smashed it to pieces And finally, I saw that he
Biting his beard, shouted: let me save you!
He looked at his bicycle, smiled, and walked away

(My old skinny man who walked on earth: how did you forget that we are not angels but men and women?)

Skinny
Don't be sad
It wasn't all in vain
Don't lose faith
In a comet with pedals
Go for it!
I know you will return