La Vela Puerca "zafando" lyrics

zafando

Soy de la cuidad con todo lo que vesCon su ruido, con su gente, consume vejezY no puedo evitar, el humo que entra hoyPero igual sigo creciendo, soy otro carbónNo voy a imaginar, la pena en los demásCompro aire y si es puro, pago mucho másNo voy a tolerar, que ya no tengan feQue se bajen los brazos, que no haya lucidez.

Me voy, volando por ahíY estoy, convencido de irMe voy, silbando y sin rencorY estoy, zafando del olor.

Me encontré con la gente, que sabe valorarQue de turista en la capital, han sabido vagarY no ha encarado al fin la cruda realidadDe respirar hollín, de llorar alquitránY empiezo a envejecer, sudando mi verdadCriado pa' toser, con mucha variedadY adonde ir a para, cargando con mi olorDeberíamos andar desnudos pa' sentirnos mejor.

Me voy, volando por ahíY estoy, convencido de irMe voy, silbando y sin rencorY estoy, zafando del olor.

Soy de la cuidad con todo lo que vesCon su ruido, con su gente, consume vejezY no puedo evitar, el humo que entra hoyPero igual sigo creciendo, soy otro carbónNo voy a imaginar, la pena en los demásCompro aire y si es puro, pago mucho másNo voy a tolerar, que ya no tengan feQue se bajen los brazos, que no haya lucidez.

Me voy, volando por ahíY estoy, convencido de irMe voy, silbando y sin rencorY estoy, zafando del olor.

REPEAT

zafando

I am from the city with everything you seeWith its noise, with its people, it consumes old ageAnd I can't help the smoke coming in todayBut in the same way I keep growing, I am another coalI will not imagine the pain others feelI buy air and if it is pure, I pay much moreI will not accept that you no longer have faithThat you lower your arms, that there be no lucidity.

I take off, flying around thereI am convinced to goI take off, whistling and without any resentmentsI am getting rid of the smell.

I found myself with the people who know how to valueThat as a tourist in the capital, they have known how to wanderAnd they have not yet confronted the cruel realityOf breathing in soot, of shedding [tears of] tarAnd I start to grow old, perspiring my truthRaised to cough with much varietyAnd to stop off where, carrying my odorWe should go around in the nude to feel better.

I take off, flying around thereAnd I am convinced to goI take off, whistling and without any resentmentsAnd I am getting rid of the smell.

I am from the city with everything you seeWith its noise, with its people, it consumes old ageAnd I can't help it, the smoke coming in todayBut in the same way I keep growing, I am another coalI will not imagine the pain others feelI buy air and if it is pure, I pay much moreI will not accept that you no longer have faithThat you lower your arms, that there be no lucidity.

I take off, flying around thereAnd I am convinced to goI take off, whistling and without any resentmentsAnd I am getting rid of the smell.