Lyrics of Buen día Benito - El Cuarteto de Nos

Buen día Benito (original)

Buen día, Benito, ¿te acordás de mí?
Soy aquel que jugaba contigo en el jardín
Te he buscado y rastreado
obsesionado para verte
¡Qué suerte haberte encontrado al fin!
¿Te acordás ahora?
Caías a casa a cualquier hora,
te comías mis moras
si sobraba las llevabas
porque te obligaba una vividora
y ni vos sabías si esa señora
era tu madre o tu tutora
Sabes ¿quién soy?
Ese al que le contaste
el final de una peli de cowboys
y soy el dueño del libro de Tolstoi
al que le pegaste como tapa una Playboy.
Me acuerdo como si fuera hoy
Y no está lejano el verano
que me robaste el aeroplano
Seguiste y te fuiste sin sutileza
con mi gata siamesa, mi joystick,
el cubo de Rubik y una pieza del Mecano
Buen día, Benito, te vine a visitar
¿Te acordás que te reíste
de mi acné juvenil?
Te creíste viril y me dijiste sarcástico:
«Te rompo la cara, gil, y no te deja sano
ni el cirujano más plástico de Beverly Hills».
Y lo hiciste,
me la diste en la nariz, ¿ves esta cicatriz?
fuiste vil, no me dieron 10 puntos, me dieron mil
y ahora soy un símil de las lineas de Nazca,
en el frío de Alaska o en el calor de Brasil.
Hacé memoria,
me robaste la novia en preparatoria
Yo la quería y vos te la llevaste a la cama
con no sé qué historia
y por escoria, te hice la cruz
mientras me hacías la «v» de la victoria
No son teorías mías,
vos fuiste el que tentó a mi hermano con esas porquerías
Te sobró cobardía y te faltó decencia
cuando lo viste temblando
luchando con la abstinencia
Buen día, Benito, te vine a visitar
¿Te olvidaste que tu padre era el jefe del mío,
y que por libre albedrío
lo echó del trabajo aquel invierno tan frío?
Me da escalofríos cuando ese lío rememoran
porque ahí aprendí que los hombres también lloran
¿Y entonces?
¿Por qué esa vez llamaste al 911?
Dijiste que no hable y me denunciaste a la policía
Vos eras culpable, yo inocente
y les dijiste que ese incidente era culpa mía
Pero hoy tengo con la justicia una cita,
y no será en vano.
Tanto recé para encontrarte
a la virgencita y a San Cayetano
que después de esta visita
seguro, quedamos a mano
Buen día, Benito, te vine a visitar

(translation)

Good morning, Benito, do you remember me?
I am the one who played with you in the garden
I have searched and tracked you
obsessed to see you
So lucky to have found you at last!
Do you remember now?
You fell home at any time,
you ate my blackberries
if you had leftovers you took them
because a hustler forced you
and you didn't even know if that lady
she was your mother or your guardian
Do you know who I am?
The one you told
the end of a cowboy movie
and I am the owner of Tolstoy's book
the one you hit like a Playboy cover.
I remember as if it were today
And summer is not far away
that you stole my airplane
You went on and left without subtlety
with my Siamese cat, my joystick,
Rubik's cube and a piece of the Meccano
Good morning, Benito, I came to visit you
Do you remember that you laughed
of my juvenile acne?
You thought you were virile and you sarcastically told me:
«I break your face, gil, and it does not leave you healthy
nor the most plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.
And you did it,
you gave it to me on the nose, do you see this scar?
you were vile, they didn't give me 10 points, they gave me a thousand
and now I am a simile of the Nazca lines,
in the cold of Alaska or in the heat of Brazil.
I remember,
you stole my girlfriend in high school
I loved her and you took her to bed
with I don't know what story
and for scum, I made you the cross
while you gave me the «v» for victory
They are not my theories,
you were the one who tempted my brother with that crap
You had too much cowardice and you lacked decency
when you saw him shaking
struggling with withdrawal
Good morning, Benito, I came to visit you
Did you forget that your father was the boss of mine,
and that by free will
he kicked him out of work that cold winter?
He gives me chills when that mess they reminisce
because there I learned that men also cry
And so?
Why did you call 911 that time?
You said don't talk and you reported me to the police
You were guilty, I was innocent
and you told them that incident was my fault
But today I have an appointment with justice,
and it will not be in vain.
I prayed so hard to find you
to the little virgin and to San Cayetano
that after this visit
sure, we're even
Good morning, Benito, I came to visit you