Me llaman [English translation]

They call me life, because I reappear anywhere,

They call me light, they call me peace, they call me art.

They call me time, because they say I heal all,

They call me death, because wherever you are, I'll reach you for sure.

They call me symbol, they call me betrayal,

Those who on seeing my image drown in their frustration.

They call me...and they don't mention a name,

They call me demi-god, they forget I'm a man.

They call me change, precursor, arrogant and tyrant,

They call me visionary, ahead of my time.

They call me water, fire, earth, they call me wind,

They call me storm because with every breath, I set free lines of

feelings.

They call me statue, because I enjoy being alone,

They call me sea, because they know they'll never entirely know me.

They call me teardrop, perhaps for the lessons I teach,

They call me fugitive, because I never belonged to anyone.

(CHORUS)

They call me so many things for better or for worse,

Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal.

They love me or they hate me, they want me or they reject me,

They call me to deliver me their praises, their threat.

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They call me caress, because my words run through your skin,

They call me bird, because I know how to fly when I give myself over to the role.1

They call me unfaithful, naïve, coward, hypocrite and master,

They call me Las Vegas for what I gamble,

They call me Wall Street for what I risk,

For my hugs they call me bear, for my rage, tiger,

They call me street, not because I'm dangerous, but because I'm unpredictable.

They call me wizard, druid, friend and guide,

They call me lost innocence, for my wisdom.

They call me smile for my sincerity, they call me wild and gentleman,

Because I always let phrases go first.

They call me puppet, distracted, clown,

I guess perhaps I am what they fear to be?

They call me genius2 and devil, they call me fury,

They call me mental hospital because I keep inside me that which others spurn.

They call me activist, troublemaker, argumentative,

Without money they call me sad old madman, with money, entertaining eccentric.

They call me secretive, they call me virus and germ,

They call me gunshot, maybe because they've never been able to stop me.

They call me but I don't turn around, they call me rat3, they call me sick,

They call me Manhattan because I never sleep.

They call me desert because I seem never-ending...

(CHORUS)

They call me so many things for better or for worse,

Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal.

They love me or they hate me, they want me or they reject me,

They call me to deliver me their praises, their threat.

(x2)

1. alt. paper2. alt. genie3. alt.mean/stingy