Eight Day/Octavo Dia
Lyrics by Shakira
Translated by me

The eight day, after labor and a break,
To liberate tensions after revising all again,
He said, “All is fine. Finally time to rest,”
And He took a stroll down sidereal space.

Who could have imagined that God Himself,
Returning, Was going to find it all in an infernal mess.
And that He too would become another victim
Of the unemployment rate reaching Heaven’s gates.

Since then there are some who have seen Him,
Alone in the streets, just walking by.
He’s there patiently waiting, for someone
Who He can at least in tranquility talk, just talk.

Be it lack of occupation or excessive loneliness,
If God wouldn’t resist it anymore and just take off,
It would be our perdition and our only remedy
To adore Michael Jackson, Bill Clinton, or Tarzan.

It is harder being a king without crown
Than a person leaning towards the normal side.
Poor God who doesn’t come out in magazines,
He’s neither model nor artist, nor from the royal family.

In the meantime, this spinning globe cannot be stopped.
And down here, some few get tossed like chess pawns.
I’m not the kind of idiot that is easily convinced,
But I say that truth, and even a blind man can see that.