When I’m older
I don’t want to do all the gossiping
Don’t want to care if people get closer or back off from me
I don’t want to negate my reflection in the mirror
Don’t want to caress anger in my frown

I don’t want to keep so many secrets
Don’t want to find myself in some grotesque frame
Like the Montague and the Capulet
I don’t want to [bad word] obsolete at your age

I don’t want to lose vigour, nor be saying helplessly
That everything used to be better in the past
I don’t want [bad word] home distressed and worried
Or to be tired of keeping myself alive

And although this [bad word] might hurt
I have to tell it anyway
If it hurts, I’m sorry, but
When I’m older, I don’t want to be like you

I don’t want [bad word] your mistakes
Don’t want to believe that everybody lies
I don’t want to rely on your values
I don’t want every day to be the same

I don’t want to be unable to control my emotions
Don’t want my eyes to bi filled with sadness
Don’t want them to be red and moist, faded and weak
I don’t want to put up with being a waste of my life

I don’t want to vehemently blame others
For the things that are my responsibility
I don’t want to mess myself in some lunacy
Something that I couldn’t afford when I was 23

And although this [bad word] might hurt
I have to tell it anyway
If it hurts, I’m sorry, but
When I’m older, I don’t want to be like you

I don’t want to be unable to feel pleasure
Don’t want to feel pain and hate yesterdays
I don’t want to look at the old photos and shed a tear
Don’t want to tremble at the sound of somebody’s name

I don’t want to live this wretched life
Suspecting cheating everywhere and denying hope
I don’t want to criticize everybody around me, pretending to be perfect
I don’t want to care about being alone on a date

And although this might cause misunderstanding
I don’t want you to think my only aim is to criticize
And I hope that you don’t really mean that
Because I don’t really know if I’d like you to want to be like me

And although this [bad word] might hurt
I have to tell it anyway
If it hurts, I’m sorry, but
When I’m older, I don’t want to be like you

And although this [bad word] (I don’t want to be like you)
Might hurt 
I have to tell it  (I don’t want to be like you)
Anyway
If it hurts, (I don’t want to be like you)
I’m sorry
When I’m older…

**   **   **   **   ** 
Cuando sea grande
No quiero quejarme de oreja en oreja
Fijarme si quien me aventaja se aleja
Negar el reflejo que dejo en mi espejo
Ni alojar el rencor entre ceja y ceja.

No quiero guardar tantos secretos
Ni estar enfrentado en un cuadro [bad word] los Montesco y los Capuleto
No quiero a tu edad quedar obsoleto.

Ni perder el vigor, ni decir sin rigor
Que todo tiempo pasado siempre fue mejor
Ni llegar a mi casa ofuscado y molesto
No quiero estar cansado de llevarme puesto.

Y aunque esta verdad, pueda doler,
tengo que decirlo, [bad word] 
Pero si ofendo, pido perdón
Cuando sea grande, no quiero [bad word] vos.

No [bad word] tus mismos errores
Ni creer que todos son estafadores
No quiero manejar tus mismos valores
Ni que cada día sea igual a los anteriores.

No quiero no poder controlar mis enojos
Ni cargar esa tristeza en los ojos
Mojados y rojos, ajados y flojos
No quiero resignarme a ser mis despojos.

Ni echar con vehemencia la culpa a los demás
De lo que es mi incumbencia y responsabilidad
Ni que me de por probar en alguna idiotez
Lo que no pude hacer cuando tuve 23.

Y aunque esta verdad pueda doler,
tengo que decirlo, [bad word] 
Pero si ofendo, pido perdón
Cuando sea grande, no quiero [bad word] vos.

No quiero que ya nada me provoque placer
Ni cuando el dolor me toque odie el ayer
Ni mirar fotos viejas y ponerme a llorar
O que nombren a alguien y empezar a temblar.

No