Canción para los días de la vida [English translation]

This day starts to grow

I'll see if I can run

With the morning whistling

In my back

Or seeing myself in the bubbles

I have to learn how to fly

Among so many people standing

Some tin gnomes take care of my wings

That never laugh at night

If the rain reaches here

I will limit myself to live

I will wet my wings like the tree or the angel

Or maybe I'll die of grief

I have a lot of time for today

The clocks will make me sing

And the foam swirls around my skin

They putted me hands to talk

to the things about me

At the end my gnome was born

He has white hears

Like a blow of bread and rice

And a mushroom as a nose

Merely hair

And a violin that never shuts

It only detaches itself and is the same as the garlands

This day is something made of salt

It left me vibrating when I was born

It weighs and it's light like a nameless strand

It sounds a bit like my guitar

I have to learn how to be light

Among so many people behind me

I will wear the branches of this sun that waits for me

To use me like the air

And at the end my gnome opened itself

It has a tablecloth and baton heart

And a wink when he realized that everything is true

May the gnomes always take care of a violin that always sings

It never falls asleep and it's the same as the garlands

And it never shuts, it only detaches itself

And it's the same as the garlands

• Artist:Luis Alberto Spinetta
• Album:A 18' del sol