The logical song

Al escuchar esas palabras recordé que cuando un niño, y durante años, al terminar de rezar pedía tres cosas. Dos de ellas eran "que todo el mundo esté bien" y "que los asesinos y ladrones se recuperen". El tercer pedido lo reservo para mí.
Me pregunto, ahora, en qué momento dejé de pedir esas cosas, en qué momento empecé a verlas con ojos "realistas" y a pensar que, aunque de verdad lo queramos, es imposible que "todo el mundo esté bien" o que todos los "asesinos y ladrones se recuperen".





When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!

At night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.