Lyrics of Si Peter Pan Viniera - Ismael Serrano

Si Peter Pan Viniera (original)

Si Peter Pan viniera a buscarme una noche azul
Que me sorprenda a oscuras.
Por favor, que no de la luz
No vaya a descubrir que suelo mentir
Cuando juro ser an ese nio
Quin le va a contar que la gran ciudad
No dej ninguno ninguno, ni uno vivo
Estrellas fugaces, mi ms breve instante, respiran el humo
Escuchan el mudo rumor que nace en sus vientres
Fueron arrojados al acantilado
De la cruel favela
Huyen de las hienas, de escuadrones de la muerte
Si Peter Pan viniera a buscarme una noche azul
Que se extingan los soles, dnde diablos te esconders t?
Mowgly coser botas en Ceiln
No escuchar rugir de noche a Bagheera
Tom Sawyer reir tras el humo del crack
Si en esta redada logra salvar la vida
Si Peter Pan viniera a buscarme una noche azul
Que nos sorprenda a oscuras, por favor apaga la luz
Si quieres evitar que en la tempestad
Le queme la fiebre de nios ancianos
Quin le har entender que al amanecer
Cierran con grilletes sus ojos cansados
Nios que perd, a los que ment
Gritan a lo lejos, araan el hielo de la luz de la maana
Nios con espinas, con cuencas vacas
Que te lanzan piedras
Tien las sirenas de todas las ambulancias

(translation)

If Peter Pan came to get me one blue night
Surprise me in the dark.
Please don't turn on the light
Don't go discovering that I usually lie
When I swear to be that child
Who is going to tell him that the big city
I left none none, not one alive
Shooting stars, my briefest moment, breathe the smoke
They listen to the mute rumor that is born in their wombs
They were thrown off the cliff
From the cruel favela
They flee from hyenas, from death squads
If Peter Pan came to get me one blue night
Let the suns go extinct, where the hell are you hiding?
Mowgly sewing boots in Ceiln
Do not hear Bagheera roar at night
Tom Sawyer laughing behind the crack smoke
If in this raid he manages to save his life
If Peter Pan came to get me one blue night
Surprise us in the dark, please turn off the light
If you want to avoid that in the storm
The fever of old children burned him
Who will make him understand that at dawn
They shackle their weary eyes
Children that I lost, to whom I lied
They scream afar, scratch the ice of the morning light
Children with thorns, with empty sockets
who throw stones at you
You have the sirens of all the ambulances