Текст и перевод песни Buena Fe - Si yo fuera

Si yo fuera

Ella embarazada y yo a pintar la casa
Pero le he 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 mas bullanguero, carnaval y agrado
Y que los grises tengan que cambiar penosos
Mejor recuerdo eterno de recien casados
Mas 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, hiper, mega, super maravilla
Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo
Otro mundo, otro sol
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haria 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
Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo
Y alas y caracolas
Con brocha gorda pintaria 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
Un ave en la que asumen 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 caida al abismo
Y el verde a la industria que ha contaminado
Y de rosado intenso pintaré al machismo
Y de café marron que arranque la mañana
De purpura, fusha y otras mixturas
Que los recien 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
Haria 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
Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo
Y el arcoiris del balcon
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
Haria 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
Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo
Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo
Otro mundo, otro sol
Si yo fuera Fabelo
Haria 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
Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo
Y alas y caracolas

If I Were

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.
Meaning, black won't be mournful,
But more boisterous, carnival, and pleasing.
And the grays will have to change their sorrowful ways,
Becoming an eternal memory of newlyweds.
More like a rainy afternoon to cuddle up,
I even use you to capture the muses.
And even though red appears
In a couple of flowers,
I'll demote it in rank as if it were a thirty-second note.
Meaning, blood will be the color of beer,
And rage will be cowardly and yellow.
And sex will only be red when it's
A very, very, super, hyper, mega, super marvel.
I want to give you for the New Year
Another world, another sun.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky,
So this house wouldn't lack flight,
Neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky,
With wings and seashells.
With a thick brush, I'd paint conflicts,
Attentive to the dubiousness of orange.
And although they turn violet when different things collide,
Reason ignites and the weaned child drinks.
And to the white dove, I add an emergent,
A bird assuming blue spurs.
In these hours, peace is either defended
Or lasts like meringue on a school doorway.
The fence announcing a fall into the abyss
Will bear nothing but the strong golden color.
And green for the industry that has polluted,
And I'll paint machismo in intense pink.
And with morning-starting brown coffee,
Of purple, fuchsia, and other mixtures,
May newborns with mustard color
Express their cries, their health, and their good fortune.
I want to give you for the New Year
Another world, another sun.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky,
So this house wouldn't lack flight,
Neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky,
And the rainbow from the balcony
Would spill onto the street, always with our hearts inside,
And there wouldn't be a single corner
Where a pair of innocent teenagers wouldn't see how love ignites.
I want to give you for the New Year,
Another world, another sun.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky,
So this house wouldn't lack flight,
Neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky.
I want to give you for the New Year
Another world, another sun.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky,
So this house wouldn't lack flight,
Neither for child nor grandfather.
If I were Fabelo,
I'd make the ceiling look like the sky,
With wings and seashells.