The man and the woman are at war,
the fool, the smart, the fat and the skinny,
black, white, debit and credit,
Messalina and the uncle of the sack.
Mambo and hip-hop are at war,
the ying, the yang, the kid and the old man,
Jeckyll and Hide, monsieur de Sade, Masoc,
Pilate, the reason and the skin.
Come to war, lie down once and for all
in the middle of the road.
While the earth turns and swims a fish
There is still life.
In war there is slime and carmine,
the sleep and the nightmare,
the chevalier and the porcupine,
extreme unction and pimples.
Lame and centipede are at war,
the elevators and purgatory,
tomorrow is the day after tomorrow
Past flowers in wake.
From the Conchinchina to the Maghreb
in Rolss Royce or camel.
In each corner you
they make web pages
or they seal you a seal.
The cool and the heat are at war,
the calm chicha and the swell
the ten with ten, the happiness, the resquemor
the storehouse of everything and nothing
The martyr and the deserter stand up in war,
the warm and the kamikaze,
put you to bleed you against me,
Why do not we make peace?
The jack and the ace are at war,
the mirror and the dissimulation,
the hospiciano, the daddy's boy,
the Einstein and the asshole.
Yahweh, Mephisto, Buddha, Christ, Allah,
the spinsters and the husbands,
Bin Laden, Che Guevara, Superman,
what I was going to be, the mie *** that has been.
Come to war, lie down once and for all
in the middle of the road.
While the earth turns and swims a fish
There is still life.
From the Conchinchina to the Maghreb
in Rolss Royce or camel.
In each corner you
they make web pages
or they seal you a seal.
The martyr and the deserter stand up in war,
the warm and the kamikaze,
put you to bleed you against me,
Why do not we make peace?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)