Lyrics of Cadáver exquisito - Fito Paez

Cadáver exquisito (original)

Fito Páez
Miscellaneous
CadáVer Exquisito
Comienza el día y una luz sentimental
nos envuelve, vuelve, se va.
La fabulosa sinfonía universal
nos envuelve, vuelve, se va.
Tango, sexo, sexo y amor,
tanto tango, tanto dolor.
Mi vida gira en contradicción,
jamás conquiste mi corazón.
Mas donde estaba cuando pasó lo que pasó?
Hablandome al espejo solo.
Vengo de un barrio tan mezquino y crimal
quizás te queme, queme, quizá.
Vengo de un barrio siempre a punto de estallar
quizás te queme, queme, quizá.
Si de nada sirve vivir
buscas algo porque morir.
El tiempo me ha enseñado a mirar,
a veces me ha enseñado a callar.
Donde estabas cuando pasó lo que pasó?
Hablándote al espejo sola.
Es tanta la tristeza y es tan ruin
que celebro la experiencia feliz.
La estupidez del mundo nunca pudo y nunca podrá
arrebatar la sensualidad.
Busco mi piedra filosofal
en los siete locos, en el mar,
en el cadáver exquisito al no tener piedad,
en la quinta esencia de la música.
Dentro mio, en el amor y el odio
tener que pensar (que pensar)
preferiría tu sonrisa, toda la verdad,
avanzo un paso, retrocedo,
y vuelvo a preguntar, que no cambie
para no cambiar jamás.
Todo es imperfecto amor y odio.

(translation)

Fito Paez
Miscellaneous
Exquisite Corpse
The day begins and a sentimental light
it surrounds us, it returns, it leaves.
The fabulous universal symphony
it surrounds us, it returns, it leaves.
Tango, sex, sex and love,
so much tango, so much pain.
My life revolves in contradiction,
never conquer my heart.
But where was he when what happened happened?
Talking to myself in the mirror alone.
I come from a neighborhood so petty and criminal
maybe I'll burn you, burn you, maybe.
I come from a neighborhood always about to explode
maybe I'll burn you, burn you, maybe.
If it's no use living
You are looking for something to die for.
Time has taught me to look,
sometimes it has taught me to shut up.
Where were you when what happened happened?
Talking to you in the mirror alone.
The sadness is so much and it is so mean
that I celebrate the happy experience.
The stupidity of the world never could and never will
snatch sensuality.
I'm looking for my philosopher's stone
in the seven fools, in the sea,
in the exquisite corpse having no mercy,
in the fifth essence of music.
Inside me, in love and hate
have to think (what to think)
I would prefer your smile, the whole truth,
I take a step forward, I take a step back,
and I ask again, don't change
to never change.
Everything is imperfect love and hate.