Tratando De Crecer
Juan Carlos Baglietto
Trying To Grow
As a Catalan used to say, I'm trying to grow
And not to settle down, a neighborhood kid, a good trooper in
The game
One more member of the desperate circus
A dot on a planet, a creature walking
Oh, oh, oh
The chords still resonate, from a war in B flat
Without any melody, a mom names her
Little boy
And so the flowers grow alongside the thistles
And they defeat the storms, they fall and rise
Oh, oh, oh
Certain voices still move me
I still believe in looking into the eyes
I still have in mind to change something
Still and thank God still
The Sun burns the tongues of the lizards
The truth is good poison for the guts
There are still many people alive
Still and thank God still
Multiplying, is the task, is the task
Like a carnival song, it slipped into my pocket
A little sky for my children, a new and good time
Painted in other forms, throwing a little more
To the strong colors, where the sea greets everyone
Where a kiss is common currency
Certain voices still move me
