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el octavo día Dios después de tanto trabajar
para liberar tensiones luego ya de revisar
fijo todo está muy bien es hora de descansar
y se fue a dar un paseo por el espacio sideral
quién se iba a imaginar que el mismo Dios al regresar
iba a encontrarlo todo en un desorden infernal
y que se iba a convertir en un desempleado más
de la tasa que anualmente está creciendo sin parar
desde ese entonces hay quienes lo han visto
solo en las calles transitar
anda esperando paciente por alguien
con quien al menos tranquilo
pueda conversar
coro/chorus:
mientras tanto este mundo gira y gira
sin poderlo detener
y aquí abajo unos cuantos nos manejam
como fichas de ajedrez
no soy la clase de idiota
que se deja convencer
pero digo la verdad
y hasta un ciego lo puede ver
si a falta de ocupación
o de excesiva soledad
Dios no resistiera más
y se marchara a outro lugar
sería nuestra perdición
no habría outro remedio más
que adorar a michael jackson
a bill çlinton o a tarzán
es más difícil ser rey sin corona
que una persona más normal
pobre de Dios que no sale en revistas
que no es modelo ni artista o de familia real
coro/chorus
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Eighth Day
On the eighth day, God (after so much work,
To relieve tensions, having already checked things out)
Decided that everything's fine, it's time to rest
And went for a walk in outer space
Who would've thought that that same God, upon returning,
Would find it all in chaotic ruin
And would become one more of the unemployed
Of that number that is growing year after year without stopping
Since then, there are those who have seen Him
Alone in the streets, travelling,
Walking, Waiting patiently for someone
Who isn't so calm
He can talk to
While so much of this world spins and spins
Without being able to stop
And here below, a few people control the lives of all the rest
Like pieces on a chessboard
I'm not one of the idiots
That's controlled
But I speak the truth
And I will, until a blind man can see it for himself
If He didn't have a job
Or excessive solitude,
God wouldn't resist anymore
And he would go to another place.
It would be our eternal damnation
There would be no remedy, other
Than worshipping Michael Jackson,
Bill Clinton, or Tarzan
It's tougher to be a king without a crown
Than to be a normal person
Poor God doesn't leave word in magazines
That he's not a model or an artist, or from a real family
(Translated by Eric Lyga) |
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