Babel (part. Fito Paez)

There is a sacred place
That has no past
And was relegated to buying and selling
Where everyone goes on their own
No

It's a tired world
Almost worn out
Of scrolls and appearances
That entangle us with their language
But they don't know where to go

And I think of you again
How could I exchange
Your song for two used sneakers

I just want to write
To be close to you
And escape from this invented world

Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
At the exit

Raimundo is tired
And doesn't like people
But he wants to run for president
The world is a cage
Of rabid extremists
And the rest of us go crazy trying to save ourselves

And I think of you again
How could I exchange
Your song for two used sneakers

I just want to write
To be close to you
And escape from this invented world

Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
At the exit

Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
At the exit

Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
In Barranquilla