Daniel Viglietti — Construcción song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Construcción" by Daniel Viglietti.
Lyrics
Amó aquella vez como si fuese última
Besó a su mujer como si fuese última
Y a cada hijo suyo cual si fuese el único
Y atravesó la calle con su paso tímido
Subió a la construcción como si fuese máquina
Alzó en el balcón cuatro paredes sólidas
Ladrillo con ladrillo en un diseño mágico
Sus ojos embotados de cemento y lágrimas
Sentóse a descansar como si fuese sábado
Comió su pan con queso cual si fuese un príncipe
Bebió y sollozó como si fuese un náufrago
Danzó y se rió como si oyese música
Y tropezó en el cielo con su paso alcohólico
Y flotó por el aire cual si fuese un pájaro
Y terminó en el suelo como un bulto fláccido
Y agonizó en el medio del paseo público
Murió a contramano entorpeciendo el tránsito
Amó aquella vez como si fuese el último
Besó a su mujer como si fuese única
Y a cada hijo suyo cual si fuese el pródigo
Y atravesó la calle con su paso alcohólico
Subió a la construcción como si fuese sólida
Alzó en el balcón cuatro paredes mágicas
Ladrillo con ladrillo en un diseño lógico
Sus ojos embotados de cemento y tránsito
Sentóse a descansar como si fuese un príncipe
Comió su pan con queso cual si fuese el máximo
Bebió y sollozó como si fuese máquina
Danzó y se rió como si fuese el próximo
Y tropezó en el cielo cual si oyese música
Y flotó por el aire cual si fuese sábado
Y terminó en el suelo como un bulto tímido
Agonizó en el medio del paseo náufrago
Murió a contramano entorpeciendo el público
Amó aquella vez como si fuese máquina
Besó a su mujer como si fuese lógico
Alzó en el balcón cuatro paredes flácidas
Sentóse a descansar como si fuese un pájaro
Y flotó en el aire cual si fuese un príncipe
Y terminó en el suelo como un bulto alcohólico
Murió a contromano entorpeciendo el sábado
Lyrics translation
He loved that time as if it were his last
He kissed his wife like she was the last
And to every child of his as if he were the only one
And he crossed the street with his timid step
He went up to the building like a machine.
Raised on the balcony four solid walls
Brick By Brick in a magical design
His eyes dulled with cement and tears
He sat down to rest as if it were Saturday
He ate his bread with cheese as if he were a prince
He drank and sobbed as if he were a castaway
He danced and laughed as if he heard music
And stumbled in the sky with his alcoholic step
And floated through the air like a bird
And ended up on the ground like a flabby lump
And agonized in the middle of the public walk
He died in a traffic jam.
He loved that time as if he were the last
He kissed his wife like she was the only one
And every son of his as if he were the prodigal
And he crossed the street with his alcoholic step
He climbed into the building as if it were solid
Raised on the balcony four magical walls
Brick By Brick in a logical design
His eyes blunted with cement and traffic
He sat down to rest as if he were a prince
He ate his bread with cheese as if it were the maximum
He drank and sobbed like a machine
He danced and laughed as if he were next
And stumbled in the sky as if he heard music
And floated through the air as if it were a Sabbath
And ended up on the ground like a shy lump
He agonized in the middle of the castaway walk
He died in countermano, obstructing the public.
He loved that time as if he were a machine
He kissed his wife as if it were logical
Raised on the balcony four flabby walls
He sat down to rest like a bird
And he floated in the air like a prince
And ended up on the ground like an alcoholic lump
He died on Saturday.