Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yo No Quiero Volverme Tan Loco, artist - Fito Paez. Date of issue: 27.11.2011
Song language: Spanish
Yo No Quiero Volverme Tan Loco(original) |
| Yo no quiero volverme tan loco, |
| Yo no quiero vestirme de rojo, |
| Yo no quiero morir en el mundo hoy. |
| Yo no quiero ya verte tan triste, |
| Yo no quiero saber lo que hiciste, |
| Yo no quiero esta pena en mi corazón. |
| Escucho el beat de un tambor |
| Entre la desolación |
| De una radio en una calle desierta. |
| Están las puertas cerradas, |
| Y las ventanas también, |
| No será que nuestra gente está muerta |
| Presiento el fin de un amor |
| En la era del color, |
| La televisión está en las vidrieras, |
| Toda esa gente parada |
| Que tiene grasa en la piel |
| No se entera ni que el mundo da vueltas. |
| Yo no quiero meterme en problemas, |
| Yo no quiero asuntos que queman, |
| Yo tan sólo les digo que es un bajón. |
| Yo no quiero sembrar la anarquía, |
| Yo no quiero vivir como digan, |
| Tengo algo que late en mi corazón. |
| Escucho un tango y un rock |
| Y presiento que soy yo |
| Y quisiera ver al mundo de fiesta. |
| Veo tantas chicas castradas |
| Y tantos tontos que al fin |
| Yo no sé si vivir tanto les cuesta. |
| Yo quiero ver muchos más |
| Delirantes por ahí, |
| Bailando en una calle cualquiera; |
| En Buenos Aires se ve |
| Que ya no hay tiempo de más, |
| La alegría no es sólo brasileña. |
| Yo no quiero vivir paranoico, |
| Yo no quiero ver chicos con odio, |
| Yo no quiero sentir esta depresión. |
| Voy buscando el placer de estar vivo, |
| No me importa si soy un bandido, |
| Voy pateando basura en el callejón. |
| Yo nunca quise estar loco… |
| Yo creo que todo es una mentira |
| (translation) |
| I don't want to go so crazy |
| I don't want to dress in red, |
| I do not want to die in the world today. |
| I don't want to see you so sad anymore, |
| I don't want to know what you did |
| I do not want this sorrow in my heart. |
| I hear the beat of a drum |
| among the desolation |
| From a radio on a deserted street. |
| The doors are closed |
| And the windows too |
| It will not be that our people are dead |
| I feel the end of a love |
| In the color age, |
| The television is in the windows, |
| All those people standing |
| who has fat on the skin |
| He doesn't even know that the world is spinning. |
| I don't want to get into trouble |
| I do not want matters that burn, |
| I just tell them it's a downer. |
| I do not want to sow anarchy, |
| I do not want to live as they say, |
| I have something that beats in my heart. |
| I hear a tango and a rock |
| And I feel like it's me |
| And I would like to see the world party. |
| I see so many neutered girls |
| And so many fools that finally |
| I don't know if living so hard for them. |
| I want to see many more |
| delusional out there, |
| Dancing in any street; |
| In Buenos Aires you see |
| That there is no more time, |
| Joy is not only Brazilian. |
| I don't want to live paranoid |
| I don't want to see guys with hate, |
| I don't want to feel this depression. |
| I'm looking for the pleasure of being alive, |
| I don't care if I'm a bandit |
| I go kicking garbage in the alley. |
| I never wanted to be crazy... |
| I believe that everything is a lie |