Fito Paez fan page ctd.

I really don't need much encouragement to keep doing this. It's something I truly love.

Here's the best Fito Paez song of all time:


I feel like a blurry-eyed Argentine teenager. Here's my crude translation of the lyrics:


I like to be by the side of the road,
smoking while everything passes.
I like to open my eyes and be alive
having survived a million hangovers.

Navigation becomes necessary
for boats that crash into nothing.
Living tormented by feeling-
I think this is the hardest part.

In times when no one listens to anyone,
In times when everyone’s against everyone,
In times of egotism and pettiness,
In times when we’re always alone,

You have to declare incompetent
In all the materials of the market
You have to declare yourself an innocent
And to be abject and unarmed.

I don’t belong anymore to any ism.
I consider myself alive and aware.
I put the songs on your walkman.
Time put some years on me.

I have to do what is and isn’t owed.
I have to do you good.
I also have to do you harm.

Don’t forget that to forgive is divine
and occasionally it’s human.

It’s no good to make enemies who aren’t up to the fight,
who think they’re making war, and pee themselves like kids,
who run around the sinister government in parody of art.
Everything that shines in this world gives them dandruff and envy.

I was sad and charmed as a kid:
The Beatles, caña Legui, Charlie Garcia,
the books, the songs and the pianos,
film, your betrayals, my enigmas,
my dad, the beer, the pills,
tour mysteries, the bad whiskey, the earrings,
the love, the scenes, the hunger, the cold,
the money and my ten aunts-
They made this mess of a man.

If you see me pass you on the street
Give me a kiss and don’t give up, che!
If you see I’m thinking of something else,
tt’s nothing bad- it’s just the breeze,
the breeze of death in love
that hangs around like a murderous angel.
Don’t be scared babe, this always happens-
It’s just the intuition of my destiny.

I love to be by the side of the road.
smoking while everything passes.
I like to come back from what I’ve forgotten,
to remember the sounds of my house,
the kid who playing ball,
the 49585.

Nobody promised us a rose garden-
we’re talking about the danger of being alive.

While the world falls to pieces
I like to be by the side of the road
To feel you at my side
I like to be by the side of the road
Oooohooohooo
With you sleeping each night between my arms
by the side of the road.