No Soy de Aquí, Ni Soy de Allá (En Vivo)

I like those who stay quiet
And I like those who sing
And after all this time with me
I like what happens to me
Things like this happen to me
Even if it doesn't matter to tell everyone all the things that happen
Because one doesn't live alone
And what happens to one is happening to the world
The only reason, and cause
Everything is so perfect, because God is perfect
That a star moves when I pick a flower
So if there's one, there's two

I learned about the devil the night I told the hungry no
Also that night I learned that the devil is God's son
I walk alone through life with a tone and dominant
Modestly a singer without the intention to teach
Because if the world is round, I don't know what it means to move forward

Walking and walking, always just walking for the sake of walking
I didn't come to explain the world
I just came to touch it
I don't want to judge man, I want to tell about man
My condition is life and my path is to sing
To sing, and tell about life
Is my way of moving

One day I arrived in Tandíl
And I met an old man who, lacking intelligence, became very wise
I asked him about Jesus one night, the nice old man
And that same night I met him
When he handed me a mirror

I dance with my song and not with the one that plays for me
I'm not freedom, but I provoke it
If I already know the way, why would I lie down?
If I like freedom, why would I live as a slave?

Choosing
I always choose more for my brother than for myself
And if I've chosen to be an eagle, it's out of love for the worm
I prefer to walk on foot and not on a borrowed horse
Someone for an apple, forever got in debt

The one who goes lighter always arrives first
The day I die, there won't be a need for a scale
Because to watch over a singer, a milonga is enough

I face the enemy and turn my back to good comments
Because the one who accepts a compliment starts to be dominated
Man caresses the horse to ride it

Sorry if I overstepped and got preachy
No one can give advice
There's no man so old
I put the sun on my shoulder
And the world is yellow

I like to wander
But I don't follow the path because what's certain has no mystery
I like to go far with the summer
But return to my mother in winter

And see the dogs that never forgot me
And the horses, and the hugs my brothers give me

I like
I like

I like
I like the sun, Alicia, and the doves
A good cigar and the Spanish guitar
Jumping walls and opening windows
And when a woman cries

I like wine as much as flowers
And rabbits but not tractors
Homemade bread and Dolores's voice
And the sea wetting my feet

I'm not from here
Nor from there
I have no age
Nor to come
And being happy is my color of identity

I like to be lying always in the sand
Or on a bike chasing Manuela
Or all the time to see the stars
With María in the wheat field

I'm not from here
Nor from there
I have no age
Nor to come
And being happy is my color of identity

Lara, lara, lara, lara, lara, lara

Cheers