Entre tenerte así y no tenerte, prefiero entretenerte

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traduzco con libertad:

dónde carajo te metistes, se puede saber

tenés ojos azules pero ves menos que un perro por la oreja

amor, vos tampoco te apareciste con tus encantos

me quedé atascado en el camino al costado de siete montañas polvorientas

fatigué borgeanamente autopistas retorcidas

me hallé perdido, valga la paradoja, bien en el medio

de siete bosques tristes con olor a bosque, a vos que te cagaste

me hundí en siete mares muertos

Hasta llegué a estar en Berisso

Hay una tormenta de la putísima madre viniendo

van a caer alemanes calientes en bici

boludos a pedal de punta

Qué mierda llegaste a ver, adorado hijo que no va a tener

más celular porque vi Adolescencia a ver si todavía

salimos en los diarios por asesino

Qué has oído, mi Amada percanta que me amuraste

en el Muro de Berlín a las tres prendas de vestir

Vi un bebé recién nacido

cubierto en diamantes

como nunca nadie antes

Vi tu cosita

enfundada en la rojedumbre

que me ruborizó

entre siete lobos y diez serpientes

y todo así

un número y un animal

y mirá qué fácil me gané el

Premio Nobel de Literatura

Mientras dura dura

No creo que tu conducta sea

disoluta

ni por puta

vi un pony muerto conducido por un hombre muerto

que llevaba un arco iris en una antorcha hecha de

cartón corrugado y estalactitas de rodocrosita

un perro siberiano le salía del ano

¿Qué poronga hacés ahora, Amada Encamada

en la pijamada con la

pija amada?

Yo recibí a los testigos de Jehová

jehoviene

Los muchachos se entretienen

Entre tenerte así

Y no tenerte

Prefiero

Entretenerte

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son

And where have you been, my darling young one

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son

And what did you see, my darling young one

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'

Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'

Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?

Who did you meet, my darling young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded with hatred

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

And what'll you do now, my darling young one?

I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'

I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

And the executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'

But I'll know my song well before I start singin'

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall