El Necio (part. Silvio Rodriguez)

To not shatter my icon
To save me among odds and evens
To give me a place in his Parnassus
To give me a little corner in his altars
They come to invite me to repent
They come to invite me not to lose
They come to invite me to be undefined
They come to invite me to so much shit

I don't know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There God, it will be divine
I'll die as I lived

I want to keep playing at being lost
I want to be more left-handed than right-handed
I want to hold a united congress
I want to pray a deep Our Father
They will say that madness has gone out of style
They will say that people are bad and don't deserve
But I will continue dreaming mischief (perhaps multiplying loaves and fishes)

I don't know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There God, it will be divine
I'll die as I lived

They say they will drag me over rocks
When the revolution falls apart
That they will crush my hands and my mouth
That they will tear out my eyes and the clapper
Maybe foolishness was born with me
The foolishness of what is foolish today:
The foolishness of assuming the enemy
The foolishness of living without a price