Ni Jaulas, Ni Peceras

They’re searching for many things, for instance
They’re trying to find what they seek
Waiting in the neighborhood of San Fermín
The ride of the revolution
And not even the crew shows up.
It seems they’re quiet
In languages so different
Listen up, you bastard, you show-off
No drama
We’re talking about the same thing.
Neither big fish nor small fish
Those that live cozy
In the belly of the shark
The hen has said enough
Hawk or dove, buzzard or eagle
Neither cages nor fishbowls
Every night the last
Every morning the first
And our sheet
Starch of passion, my flag.
Neither cages nor fishbowls
Step aside, Marcelino
I’m the fucking Joselito The Nightingale
Neither cages nor fishbowls
I’ve hit rock bottom
With Captain Cousteau.

Now that I know
That hell has no bottom
And heaven has no ceiling
I’m cracking up laughing, lost in myself
Long live Satan
Today I’m feeling like Christ.
Andrés Calamaro
Always rehearses with the door open
And even then he can’t stop
Thieves from sneaking in
I’m not asking you to be happy for me
I’m just fine
As long as you don’t get on my nerves.
I’m not an angel, I’m not a demon
I wish I were
But I know my killer
Won’t look me in the eyes
Nor will I ask for compassion
There are people who love you
There are people who’ll kill you
There are people for everything.
You gotta take care
And eat a bit more veggies
Neither tearing your shirt
Nor ripping your clothes
I’m no longer looking for an answer
Just repeat the question.