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Songs by albumLyrics & Music: Edgar Ricardo Arjona Morales
| Con Una Estrella | With A Star |
| Era el proceso mensual más tardío de su historia Fue a una amiga del colegio a la que le compartió su memoria Le contó que dos meses atrás Con aquel muchacho fugaz Hicieron tremendo pastel en aquel viejo hotel El anciano facultativo Después de las pruebas, anunció el positivo Y para estas alturas, el futuro padre ya era un fugitivo Y mientras un rotativo Anuncia la trillada utopía de la deuda externa Esa niña le fabrica a su pecho una sabia materna Coro: Llevas una estrella en tu vientre Llevas una vida que late Un posible ingeniero, roquero o escritor. Quizás un bohemio, quizás un señor Quizás un compositor, poeta, medio loco o trovador Quizás una idea, quizás una solución Ha buscado entre sus amigas el mejor de los consejos Que van desde una inyección hasta una sopa de cangrejos Y sin la menor precaución Tres médicos le dieron su cotización Mientras le anuncian en la tele otra devaluación Coro A esa estrella en tu vientre, no le digas «detente». Si lo hubiesen hecho conmigo Hoy faltaría una canción |
The monthly process was much later than her story It was a school friend with whom she shared her memory She told her that two months ago With that short-term guy They made tremendous pie(?) in that old hotel The old doctor After the tests, announced “positive” And at this stage, the future father was now a fugitive And while a daily paper Is announcing the well-known utopia of external debt It made that girl a wise mother in her chest Chorus: You are carrying a star in your belly. You are carrying a life that is beating. A potential engineer, rocker or writer. Perhaps a bohemian, perhaps a lord Perhaps a poet, composer, half mad or troubadour Perhaps an idea, perhaps a solution You have sought the best advice among your friends That went from an injection to a crab soup And without the slightest precaution Three doctors gave you their contribution While they were announcing another devaluation on the telly Chorus Do not say “Stop” to that star in your belly. If it had been done to me A song would be missing today |