Silvio Rodríguez "El Papalote" lyrics

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El Papalote

Será por tu viviendaHecha de ruinas y de misteriosPorque rompías la rocaPara ganarte un par de medios.

O por tus tira piedrasLos más famosos de la lomaCon la mejor horquetaDe la guayaba y duras gomas.

Será por todo estoQue mi memoria se empina a ratosComo tus papalotesLos invencibles, los más baratos.

Y te levanta el pesoNarciso el mocho para ponerteJunto a los elegidosLos que no caben en la muerte.

[Coro:]El papalote cae, cae, cae, cae, caeEl papalote cae, cae, cae, cae, caeSe va bolina la imaginaciónBuena cuchilla no pico.

Una vez de tus manosUn coronel salio brillandoQue pájaro perfectoCuantos colores, que lindo canto.

Ninguno de nosotrosIba a volarlo ya se sabiaEra un encargo caroDel que mandaba, del que tenía.

Llevabas en el puñoAquel dinero de la tristezaDinero de aguardienteDel sol de cuba de la cerveza

Y te seguimos todosA celebrarlo sucios y locosPara ti carta oroY caramelos para nosotros

[Coro]

La gente te chiflabaCuando en la tarde subías borrachoTú contestabas piedrasY maldiciones a tus muchachos

Eras el personajeDe los trajines de tu puebloEras para la graciaEras un viejo, eras negro.

Una noche respetoBajo y te puso bella coronaRespeto de mortalesQue muerto al fin te hizo persona

Pobre del que pensóPobre de toda aquella genteQue el día más importanteDe tu existencia fue el de tu muerte

[Coro]

The Kite

It will be through your homeMade of ruins and of mysteriesBecause you were breaking the rockTo win a pair of stockings.

Or through your slingshotThe most famous on the hillWith the best pitchforkOf the guava and hard rubbers.

It will be for all thisThat my memory rises up from time to timeLike your kitesThe invincible ones, the cheapest ones.

And the weight lifts youNarcissus daffodil, the stump, to put youTogether with the chosen onesThose who don't fit in death.

[Chorus:]The kite falls, falls, falls, falls, fallsThe kite falls, falls, falls, falls, fallsThe imagination leaves a bowlineA good blade, no sharp point

Once, from your hands,A coronel left, shining.What a perfect bird,So many colors, what a pretty song.

None of usWas going to fly it, people already knew,It was a tall orderFrom the one who commanded, the one who had.

You carried in your fistSome money from sadnessMoney from moonshineFrom the sun, from Cuba, from beer

And we all followed youTo celebrate it, dirty and crazyFor you, a gold letterAnd candy for us

[Chorus]

People would whistle at youWhen you'd climb up drunk in the afternoonYou'd answer with stonesAnd curses for the kids

You were the personalityOf the hustle and bustle of your townYou were for laughsYou were an old man, you were black.

One night, respect came downAnd placed a beautiful crown on youRespect of mortalsDeath finally made you a person

Poor person who thoughtPoor people, all of themBecause the most important day of your existenceWas the day of your death

[Chorus]

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