Hoy que en mis ojos brujos
Hay candelas como en un condenado
Dios mío prenderás tus velas
Y jugaremos con el viejo dado
He would know how to be a man
He would know how to be a God
He would know how to be a man
He would know how to be a God
Estoy llorando el ser que vivo
Me pesa haber tomádote tu pan
Pero este pobre barro pensativo
No es costra fermentada en tu costilla
He would know how to be a man
He would know how to be a God
He would know how to be a man
He would know how to be a God