Callejeros: Three

I translated, once again, a Callejeros' song. This one is absolutely fantastic.

I wake up every day wanting to be the defense,
the prosecutor and the judge; you, me and him.
I want to know what they did,
What they will do and what they will not do or I want to be the paper,
the stone and the scissors;
eyes, mouth and skin.
The cuckold, the most desired man and the stubborn Infidel.
The door, the window, or to fall off the balcony as Olmedo did, not to return again.
To be the degenerate boy, to love your body or to try for the first time.
Noon, midnight and sunset.
Three options will be always better than two.
I want to be the murderer, the victim, the witness.
The smoke, the bag of glue and the wine.
The trip, the first step, the destination.
To go high, to go down or to react: to look for the exits.
To be able to lock up freedom and get a bit of truth from it
I am an empty paper, ten songs in one day
or maybe I only know how not to die of thirst.
I love you all day long, I hate you and I'm scared
and I want to be a train, a truck on the route and a shot to the temple.
I become Cemento, Museum or some "cabaret".

I want to be an Avenue, I want to be a no through road but I'm a corner again.

Tie match, home team wins, away team wins.
The owner, the skipper and the ant.

To go high, to go down or to react: to look for the exits.
To be able to lock up freedom and get a bit of truth from it

And to steal a bit of truth from it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaZIBdbkock

That's a live performance of the song.