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| Cavernícolas | Cavemen |
| Te sabías el popurri del Kama sutra Y burlábamos la ley de gravedad. Intentábamos de todo sin preguntas Y mentíamos con toda honestidad No había reloj ni presupuesto. La piel lo que traíamos puesto Y nos bastaba Besos y croissant por desayuno Sudor gimnasia y piel para cenar. Homo sapiens en pleno siglo veintiuno Trogloditas del amor al natural Se nos perdió un fideicomiso Por unos días en el paraíso Para los dos Coro: Cavernícolas, eso fuimos Sin patria, sin futuro, sin hogar. Eramos dos y nos bastaba. Quién sabe Dios que nos gustaba vivir así Cavernícolas, eso fuimos Jugando diariamente a improvisar. No tenia nombre ni apellido Quién sabe si era permitido vivir así Yo te decía «belleza», yo era el flaco. Jamás memorizamos apellidos. Sutil veneno, tan afrodisíaco No depender de ningún sustantivo Jamás hablamos del futuro Sólo el presento era seguro El resto humo Coro Un día entró como carrasca La realidad y la costumbre Y se acabó la inmunidad La prueba se convirtió en casa El azar en mansedumbre. Se suicidó la libertad Coro Yo te decía «belleza», yo era el flaco Y mentíamos con toda honestidad |
You knew the pot-pourri of the Kama Sutra And we overcame the law of gravity. We tried everything without question And were lying with all honesty There was neither clock nor budget. The skin that we were wearing And was enough for us Kisses and croissant for breakfast Sweat of physical exercise and skin for dinner. Homo sapiens in mid twenty-first century Troglodites of love au naturel We lost a trust fund For a few days in paradise For the two of us Chorus: Cavemen, that's what we were With no country, with no future, with no home. We were two and it was enough for us. God alone knows that it pleased us to live that way Cavemen, that's what we were Playing daily at improvising. I had no name or surname. Who knows if it was permissible to live that way I used to say “Beauty” to you, I was the skinny one. We never memorised surnames. Subtle poison, so aphrodisiacal Not dependent on any noun We never talked about the future Only the present was safe The rest was mist Chorus One day reality and habit Entered like something awful And the immunity was over The audition turned into a house Taking chances into meekness. Freedom committed suicide Chorus I used to say “Beauty” to you, I was the skinny one And we were lying with all honesty |