Uno Más

People who listen, those who walk slowly
the dogs and the ducks, the miners and the gypsy
who sang very American blues

Cortadillo and Rinconete, the carpenter on the corner
the neighbor upstairs, Spiderman on the ledge
among green branches, I fall asleep
it doesn't matter if I'm hot or cold
among the present.

Except for a worm, everything is weird
and I don't feel different
I'm just one more among all the people
one more who's crazy.

People with glasses, people with a garden
Frank Zappa and Uncle Borrico, the one who scratches his nose
those who shave before showering.
The nun from a convent, the one who plants cotton
those who laugh when the elevator arrives
those who smoke a lot
those who drink little
those who get lost on an island full of coconuts
there I will be.
Because I live with people
touching my guitar, with a pencil between my fingers
with thoughts that I don't hold back.

The mosquitoes from the algae, the bassist from The Ramones
a closed room with Lola in the mirror
the drum, the anise, and the rock and roll
Sex and drugs, parsley and ticks
the Pink Panther, a gunslinger and Scarlett
I find myself sad and very confused
the presidents and their government have lied to us once again.

Beyond the windows
there is a tribe of bacteria
I don't hang out with the bad ones, the ones in control
and the tough guys
The feeling won't change me
of laughing or crying whenever I want
t I'm just one more among all the pedestrians on earth
One more
one more
one more...