Célèbre lavie - Cest Tracy

Fanático yo!, ¡No sean caretas! Acaso me acuesto con la camiseta, Si a veces la uso al ir al laburo Es porque me siento mucho más seguro. ¡Fanático yo!, Porque hago derroche De algunas cositas que cuelgo en mi coche, Y pinto las llantas y el techo también De azul y amarillo, porque queda bien. Soy, la mitad más uno del país Soy el hincha de Boca... Les paso el banderín por la nariz Y a ver quién me provoca. No hay un juez que bien me cuadre Sufro igual como una madre, Si está por medio un penal... Pero fuera de la cancha, Soy un tipo pata ancha Un coso fenomenal. Soy, la mitad más uno del país Y más dos, si querés y más tres, Pero me sobra tanto corazón No importa si un chabón Me llama "bosteril", Soy del cuadrito lindo de mi amor Que suma la mitad más uno del país. ¡Fanático yo!, Si al nacer mi pibe Ya lo hice hincha, pero no de River!!! Que guardo en mi casa un par de botines Se dice que fueron del gran Marzolini. ¡Fanático yo!, Comprendan mi ego Si tuve en mi equipo – escuche - ¡A Diego!, Y tengo su foto en una pared Que cuando la miro, me pongo de pie.

Why do the babies starve There's enough food to feed the world Why when there're so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to kill Why is a woman still not safe When she's in her home Love is hate War is peace No is yes We're all free But somebody's gonna have to answer Time is coming soon Amidst all these questions and contradictions There're some who seek the truth But tell me why do the babies starve There's enough food to feed the world Why when there're so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to kill Why is a woman still not safe When she's in her home Love is hate War is peace No is yes And we're all free But somebody's gonna have to answer The time is coming soon When the blind remove their blinders And the speechless speak the truth Tell me why do the babies starve There's enough food to feed the world Why when there're so many of us Are there people still alone And why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to kill Why is a woman still not safe When she's in her home Love is hate War is peace No is yes We're all free

You can close your eyes And see the picture perfect life Inside of your mind Dreaming only of the days ahead Wanted and wished for more than now Or the days behind You waste your time The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken You can never think You can't even stop yourself Before the words have been spoken And you've already said You would give everything And something for nothing Everybody thinks you're joking The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken You want to be the one Made over be your own Before and after And a supermarket Beauty in a bottle queen Who'll one day grace a check-out counter Magazine front cover Though the fine print reads The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Broken Broken When your life is never what you wanted Not even halfway normal Just tarnished and soiled When in your reach A framed and frozen moment So far from perfection Not truth or transcendence Will set you free Still you don't believe The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken

If I am right If I can be Constant and faithful You'll find me In my devotion In my devotion What if you find a fault Between my purpose and my deeds Deem me beyond salvation Judge me to be unworthy Of your devotion Of your devotion If this be obsession deliver me A passing infatuation deliver me A feeling lacking in purity deliver me A test of fidelity deliver me Deliver me Deliver me What if I should find You're no good for me What if I can't be strong enough What if I can't break free Of my devotion Of my devotion