Fito Páez
Miscellaneous
From '63
I was born in '63, with Kennedy at the helm,
a melody in the nose, I think the air was strange,< br/>it was mid-March.
The world made me grow up between carrots and meats,
'69 found me watching that man on that televised moon.
And school came, and Vietnam came
The Yankees swore they loved napalm,
Jobim put me to sleep at night when everything was calm.
He played folklore, then rock and roll,
and here came Lennon speaking of love.
What is happening on Earth when the sky is getting smaller?
The neighborhood is the same as yesterday,
they turned over the house next door,< br/>people are the same as yesterday,
with a couple of years on them.
Then I started smoking in every dark corner,
it was already '76: You can't walk alone on the street without a gun. And so I had a woman in the middle of my legs, like the tide, one day it went away, like The world rode a bicycle, in a hurry.
I remember places in my city,
I remember that kiss in the middle of the cinema,
I remember the guard in the square with his broomstick.
/>Today they killed a man standing in New York,
another decade begins at full steam,
the wind touches my face, it marks a change of course.
And so I began © '83, there are almost 20 years of history.
The century is dying and does not change anymore,
it is dying in any hospital,
we are to blame and there is to solve it.
Let's call the weak and the orator, the waiter, the poet,
the musician, the laborer.
Let's call all the men, the banquet is ready.
Let's call all the men, the banquet is ready.
Let's call all the men, the banquet is ready. br/>