Ron En El Piso

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Oh-oh, uh-uh
Oh-uoh-oh-oh-oh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, ah-ah
Ah-ah, uh-uh
Hey, hey

It seems like yesterday this messing around
The artist of the moment, my album in all the stores
It's not that it offends me, but I feel old when
The kids now call me a legend

May God reprimand them
I'm just as young, but with fewer dates on the agenda
I don't have boats or planes or clothes
But I have hope that the next punchline will surprise you

Nothing is like before
I know I'm not as relevant anymore
Before they asked me for autographs, all devout
Now they stop me to take a picture

Even if I dust off all my trophies
I don't even see my name on the poster
If they want to see me, they should go to the museum
I'm tired, I don't fight time anymore

I'm clear, you don't have to be wise
I just write what my lips dare not say
I answer all the questions of the heart
Before my pencil runs out of lead

This one's for my cousin, for the turns we took
Now I rhyme because we didn't say goodbye
Until the sun rises and lifts me up
Today I drink until my throat burns

This is for what we are, for what we were
For all we have, for all we had
For the tears, for all the laughter
For all the triumphs and for all the screw-ups

For what I can be, even if I doubt it
For what I wanted to do, but couldn't
For the turbulence I went through, for the trains I missed
And for all the binges I went on

For the lakes, for the rivers, for the seas I crossed
Even if I sank, in the end I always floated
For those who left without permission to paradise
Today we spill a little rum on the floor

Lying next to
This caramelized whiskey
With a stiff heart, like a board
Waiting to see if the ceiling speaks to me

As dawn breaks
Wanting to make amends with my brother, to see if Calle 13 returns
With the red horizon
Writing until the early morning burns my eyes

Remembering what I sailed through
Swallowing every last drop of the past
The borders I crossed without permission
The poems I wrote in the port of Valparaíso

With notebook in hand, like a true playwright
I walked barefoot through Hamburg with Leoni
And got lost in Berlin, and kissed in Paris
I stayed up with the moon in every country

And fell in love with Belgrano and the night
Listening to Goyeneche in the car
And by the Amstel river, dodging bicycles
I stumbled upon you and my whole life changed

And in Harstad, facing the bay
Midnight was like daytime
And drunk with the baby peeing dry wine
From the coast of Cádiz, we managed to see Morocco

And I let the tide take me
That's why I read few books, so the world reads them to me
I live life intensely
Until I can't chew it because I have no teeth left

Everything evolves because it transforms
It grows and diminishes, changes shape
But no one escapes time
Ask the dye that colors the gray in my beard

Still jumping around
Because I still feel like I'm twenty-five
Only thing left is to say goodbye with a beer
And toast to what ends and what begins

This is for what we are, for what we were
For all we have, for all we had
For the tears, for all the laughter
For all the triumphs and for all the screw-ups

For what I can be, even if I doubt it
For what I wanted to do, but couldn't
For the turbulence I went through, for the trains I missed
And for all the binges I went on

For the lakes, for the rivers, for the seas I crossed
Even if I sank, in the end I always floated
For those who left without permission to paradise
Today we spill a little rum on the floor

For what we are, for what we were
For all we have, for all we had
For the tears, for all the laughter
For all the triumphs and for all the screw-ups

For what I can be, even if I doubt it
For what I wanted to do, but couldn't
For the turbulence I went through, for the trains I missed
And for all the binges I went on

For the lakes, for the rivers, for the seas I crossed
Even if I sank, in the end I always floated
For those who left without permission to paradise
Today we spill a little rum on the floor