Fito Paez — Viejo Mundo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Viejo Mundo" by Fito Paez.
Lyrics
Se fueron una a una las etsrasllas,
el mar mordia rastros de su arena,
erada luz que me partio aquel cielo,
y hoy vuelves a amanecer, viejo mundo.
Japon estalla en ruidos y artefactos,
la noche da su sexo a buenos aires,
y yo a la vista de algun escenario,
y hoy vuelves a amanecer, viejo mundo.
Como seras?, como sere?, cuanto seguiremos?
Los que sobrevivieron marcaron huellas.
Te abarcare en tu extencion y sere la tierra,
el agua, el sol, el viento, el musico, el peaton,
una esperanza… sere montaña.
sere comarca en tus comarcas;
la triste seremonia del volorio evitare.
Y te amare en el filo de un cuchillo.
La leche es blanca, la carne es roja,
el hambre es negro, y negra su herradura… y negra su herradura.
Una escopeta escupe balas de cocaina,
y hay un titiritero… y hay un titiritero.
Y yo te miro desde mi ventana,
una mas entre todas estas tantas,
te quiero ver cantandole al futuro,
y con toda esa gente, viejo mundo.
Como seras?, como sere? cuanto seguiremos?
Los que sobrevivieron marcaron huellas.
Te abarcare en tu extencion y sera la tierra
el agua, el sol, el viento, el musico, el peaton,
una esperanza… sere montaña.
Sere comarca en catamarca;
la triste ceremonia del velorio evitare.
Y te amare en el filo de un cuchillo…
La leche es blanca, la carne es roja,
el hambre es negro, y negra su herradura… y negra su herradura.
Una escompeta escupe balas de cocaina,
y hay un titiritero… que es el que las reparte.
Los que se fueron no los olvidamos,
los que vendran esperan por ahora,
y los que estamos aprovecharemos
para cambierte la cara, viejo mundo, oh…
Lyrics translation
They went one by one the etsrasllas,
the sea bit traces of its sand,
it was light that broke that Sky,
and today you're back to Dawn, old world.
Japan explodes in noises and artifacts,
the night gives its sex to buenos aires,
and me in the sight of some scenario,
and today you're back to Dawn, old world.
What will you be like? how will it be? how long will we go on?
Those who survived made footprints.
I will embrace you in your expanse and be the Earth,
the water, the sun, the wind, the musician, the pedestrian,
a hope ... will be mountain.
I'll be a county in your counties;
the sad seremony of volorio avoid.
And I'll love you on the edge of a knife.
Milk is white, meat is red,
hunger is black, and black his horseshoe ... and black his horseshoe.
A shotgun spits cocaine bullets,
and there's a puppeteer ... and there's a puppeteer.
And I look at you from my window,
one more among all these so many,
I want to see you sing to the future,
and with all those people, Old World.
What will you be like? how will it be? how long will we go on?
Those who survived made footprints.
I will embrace you in your expanse and will be the Earth
the water, the sun, the wind, the musician, the pedestrian,
a hope ... will be mountain.
Sere comarca in catamarca;
the sad ceremony of the wake avoid.
And I'll love you on the edge of a knife…
Milk is white, meat is red,
hunger is black, and black his horseshoe ... and black his horseshoe.
A discount spits cocaine bullets,
and there's a puppeteer ... who hands them out.
We don't forget those who left.,
those who will come wait for now,
and those of us will take advantage
to change your face, old world, oh…