Mosca de Bar

What is the bar Enrique?
Well, cities are the daughters of fear, fear of the jungle
Already in the city layout you discover the rectitude
That a city has, the streets, the corners, the blocks
The sidewalks. Everything is built
So that not even a blind donkey walks through it

The bar is: The last swamps of the jungle
The last places where there is risk
That which is not the bar, and is the place where cuchi cuchi
Is building that little life that lets you
Breathe the city where you have to settle
With having children if you write a book

The bar is the last offer of eternity
The last offer left of freedom
The danger of losing your girlfriend, of
Getting angry with your friend, of unknown
People appearing
I believe the bar is above all
I'm not saying the jungle, but at least it's
The forest that remains in the city

Another night in the city, nothing special
And Enrique leaves, towards the old bar
Don Manolo greets him, he's the waiter of the place
And asks him, Enrique, what will you have
And he answers vodka with gancia
Hello Manolo how are you
The moon illuminates the whole city
And Enrique continues sitting at the bar
The vampires have already left, the night is already leaving
And Enrique keeps waiting for the revolution

Because you are a bar fly
Because life is a bar
Because you are a bar fly
Because life is a bar
He remembers with passion, the nights he lived
In Barcelona, Sao Paulo, and Amsterdam
The clock strikes six, he orders another vodka
While waiting for the princess, who will rescue him

Because you are a bar fly
Because you are a bar fly
Vera arrived and her red Impala will take
Enrique throughout the city.