Lyrics and translation Buena Fe - Si Yo Fuera (2015)

Si Yo Fuera (2015)

Ella embarazada yo a pintar la casa
Pero le advertido que es a mi manera
Aunque se amplifique toda mi impericia
Quiero subvertir un rato la belleza
O sea que lo negro no será luctuoso
Sino más bullanguero, carnaval y agrado
Ni que los grises tengan que cambiar penosos
Mejor recuerdo eterno de recién casados
Más bien tarde de lluvia para acurrucarse
Incluso pongo a ti para atrapar las musas
Y aunque en un par de flores el rojo pase
Lo degradare en rango cual si semifusa
O sea que la sangre sea color cerveza
Y que la rabia sea cobarde y amarilla
Y el sexo que sea rojo solo cuando sea
Muy-mucho-supra-híper-mega-súper-maravilla
Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo otro mundo otro sol (ñó)
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo ni de niño ni de abuelo
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Y alas y caracolas
Con brocha gorda pintaría conflictos
Atento a lo dudoso del anaranjado
Y aunque estén violetas al chocar distintos
Se inflame la razón y beba el destetado
Y a la paloma blanca pongo un emergente
Una vela que asome en azules espuelas
En estas horas la paz o se defiende
O dura cual merengue en portal de escuela
No llevara otra cosa que el recio dorado
La valla que anuncia caída el abismo
Y el verde la industria que ha contaminado
Y de rosado intenso pintaré al machismo
Y de café marrón que arranque la mañana
De púrpura, fucsia y otras mixturas
Que los recién nacidos con color mostaza
Expresen su llanto, su salud y su buena fortuna
Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo otro mundo otro sol
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo ni de niño ni de abuelo
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Y el arcoíris del balcón
Se nos derrame por la calle siempre corazón adentro
Y que no quede ni un rincón
Donde un par de adolescentes inocentes vean de frente como encienden el amor
Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo otro mundo otro sol
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo ni de niño ni de abuelo
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo otro mundo otro sol
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo ni de niño ni de abuelo
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haría que el techo pareciera el cielo
Y alas y caracolas

If I Were (2015)

You're pregnant, and I'm painting the house,
But I've warned you, it's in my own way.
Even if my lack of skill is amplified,
I want to subvert beauty for a while.
So black won't be mournful,
But more boisterous, like a carnival, full of delight.
Nor will the grays have to change, being painful,
Rather an eternal memory of newlyweds.
More like a rainy afternoon to snuggle,
I even put you there to catch the muses.
And although red passes in a couple of flowers,
I will degrade it in rank as if it were a semiquaver.
So that blood is the color of beer,
And that rage is cowardly and yellow,
And sex is only red when it's
Very-much-supra-hyper-mega-super-wonderful.
I want to give you another world, another sun for the new year (ñó)
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky,
So that this house doesn't lack flight, neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky,
And wings and seashells,
With a thick brush, I would paint conflicts,
Attentive to the doubtfulness of orange.
And although violets clash when they're different,
Reason is inflamed, and the weaned one drinks.
And I put a pop-up on the white dove,
A candle that peeks out in blue spurs,
In these hours, peace is either defended
Or it lasts like a meringue at the school gate.
It wouldn't bear anything but the strong golden,
The fence that announces the abyss has fallen,
And the green of the industry that has polluted,
And in intense pink, I will paint machismo.
And in brown coffee that starts the morning,
Of purple, fuchsia and other mixtures,
May newborns with mustard color
Express their cry, their health and their good fortune.
I want to give you another world, another sun for the new year.
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky,
So that this house doesn't lack flight, neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky,
And the rainbow from the balcony
Would spill out into the street, always with our hearts inside,
And there wouldn't be a single corner left
Where a pair of innocent teenagers wouldn't see firsthand how love ignites.
I want to give you another world, another sun for the new year.
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky,
So that this house doesn't lack flight, neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky.
I want to give you another world, another sun for the new year.
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky,
So that this house doesn't lack flight, neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I would make the ceiling look like the sky,
And wings and seashells.