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| Cisnes | Swans |
| Hay una luna Hay un padrino de la mafia siciliana. Hay un conserje, hay un Bill Gates y una vacuna. Viaje espacial en micro bus o en marihuana. Hay nochebuena, hay escasez, y hay duty free Un asesino Un periodista, una modelo, un crucigrama Un congresista, un anarquista, un clandestino. Hay un demonio que es también primera dama Hay merthiolate, sal de uva y silicona Y si hay narcisos Nunca se falta algún idiota adulador Y si hay sumisos Habrá una gota que gobierne su sudor Coro: Como los cisnes, nado en el fango Sin que se embarre entre mis plumas tanta mierda. Gente del business, del alto rango Con Louis Vuitton y se disfrazan de la izquierda Más sabe un ciego que un idiota de la luz. Tus fotos puede que sean clavos en tu cruz Hay un empleado Hay un patrón, un policía, un mercenario. Hay gente luz, hay gente sombra, hay diputados Hay un maestro que olvidó el abecedario. Esta el que sueña, esta el que hace, y el huevón Y si hay amores Siempre hay un cura que te dé la bendición. Y si hay rencores Un abogado que disuelva la cuestión Coro Como los cisnes voy nadando Sin embarrarme en el fango. Voy deshojando la margarita No entiendo nada y no se me quita Como los cisnes voy nadando Sin embarrarme en el fango. Yo no nací pa' ser obediente. Si es disciplina busque a un teniente Como los cisnes voy nadando Sin embarrarme en el fango. Dicen que el mundo ya no es lo que era. Se caen las hojas y es primavera Coro |
There is a moon There is a godfather of the Sicilian mafia. There is a concierge, there is a Bill Gates and a vaccine. Space travel by micro bus or by marijuana. There is New Year's Eve, there is deprivation and there is duty free A murderer A journalist, a model, a crossword A congressman, an anarchist, an illegal immigrant. There is a demon who is also first lady There is merthiolate, antacid and silicone And if there are narcissuses (vain people) There is never a shortage of some stupid adulator And if there are submissives There will be a few that control their sweat Chorus: Like swans, I am swimming in sludge Without daubing so much shit between my feathers. Business people of high rank With Louis Vuitton and disguising themselves as left-wing A blind person knows more about light than an idiot. It could be that your photos are nails on your cross There is an employee There is a boss, a policeman, a mercenary. There are light people, there are dark people, there are deputies There is a teacher who forgot the alphabet. He is the one that dreams, he is the one that acts, and the jerk And if there are love affairs There is always a priest that could give you a blessing. And if there are grudges A lawyer who could dissolve the matter Chorus Like swans, I go swimming Without daubing myself with sludge. I am pulling the petals off the daisy Without understanding anything and it does not leave me (???) Like swans, I go swimming Without daubing myself with sludge. I was not born to be obedient. If you are discipline, look for a lieutenant Like swans, I go swimming Without daubing myself with sludge. They say that the world is no longer what it was. The leaves are falling and it is spring Chorus |