Que no se acabe (acá)

Es mi pre - himno rockanrolero.
De preguntarse porqué no nació hombre, daría todo por (no ser ni él ni como) su propia versión de sí.  


He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out 
A bad time, nothing could save him 
Alone in a corridor waiting locked out 
He got up out of there, ran for hundreds of miles 
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke and tea 
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee 
Wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw, Delivered him wings, 
"Hey, look at him now..." 
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor 

Oh – ah, ohhh...  
He's - flying! Woah! 
Flying! Wide! Oh...

 He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share 
His key to the locks on the chains, he saw everywhere
 But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed 
By faceless men, well...fuckers, he still stands. 
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away 
The love he receives is the love that is saved 
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky 
A human being that was given to fly 

Flying! Woah... High! 
Flying! Woah... Flying! 
Woah... Ohh, oahh...