Guitarra y Vos [English translation]

Long live science,

long live poetry!

Long live-- I feel my tongue

When your tongue is on my tongue!

The water is in the clay,

The clay is in the brick,

The brick is in the wall,

And on the wall your photograph.

It's true there's no art without emotion,

And there's no precision without craftwork.

Nor are there guitars without technology.

Nylon technology for the strings,

Metal technology for the pegbox.

The press, the gouge, and the veneer:

The tools of a carpenter.

The singer-songwriter and his computer,

The pastor and his razor,

The alarm clock that already announces the dawn,

And in the telescope the last star is late.

The machine makes man...

And it is what man does with it.

The plow, the wheel, the mill,

The table that holds the glass of wine,

The curves of the Russian mountain,

The sixteenth note and even the fourth,

The tea, the computers, and the mirrors,

The glasses to see near and far,

The dog kennel, the butter,

The herb, the mate tea, and the lightbulb.

You're with me,

We're singing to the shadow of our vine.

A song that says one only keeps what one does not catch.

And not having you, I have you and I have my guitar.

There are so many things

I need only two:

My guitar and you

My guitar and you.

There are theaters,

There are trains,

There are saucepans,

There are formulas even to describe a snail's spiral,

There's more: there is traffic,

Credit,

Clauses,

VIP rooms,

There are hypnotic capsules and computerized CAT scans,

There are conditions for the constitution of an LLC,

There are baby's bottles and there are mortars,

There are taboos,

There are kisses,

There is hunger and there is overweight,

There are sleep cures and herbal tea cures,

There are designer drugs and drug-addicted dogs at customs.

There are hands that can make tools

With those that become machines to make computers

That at the same time design machines that make tools

So that the hand can use them.

There are infinite written words:

Zen, goal, bang, rap, God, end...

There are so many things

I need only two:

My guitar and you

My guitar and you.

• Artist:Jorge Drexler
• Album:Eco