El Viaje

Gentlemen, give me permission
To tell you that I don't believe
What the news says
What they say in the newspapers
What I understand by misery
What I say for justice
What I understand by singer
What I say every moment
What I leave in the past
The stories I have told
Or some regretful hatred

So that you don't wait
May my song have laughter
So that my whole life
They were exposed
So they know I'm lying
As poets do
That by loving themselves
Your life is a big concert
Let me tell you this
My shirt is tight
When I hide inside

And if anyone wants to laugh
You have to look back
Go looking at the shop windows
That adorn the towns
Or look towards the street
Where those children play
To ask for coins for hunger
Sucking glue
To calm so much torment
What does the economy give them?
It's true that it's funny

But I think they know
Where do those children sleep?
Frozen in the cold
Lying on the pavement
Hanging from the cornices
Eating justice
To give time to the diary
Let him take care of the sport
To distract the mind
To divert the sight
From this trip
For our history
By the concepts
For the landscape