Dios y El Diablo En El Taller

God and the devil are whispering things behind my back
The virgin in her nightgown strolls by the factory
A motor hums
Their wet bicycles rest in the hallway
Winter came in red, but this time there’s no wine
For the both of us
Just two more slackers
What’s fair has become a trend
And the verse is almost a real verse
And work is a zone that doesn’t exist
Bored players with marked cards
Always on the seven
The radio talks to itself
And broadcasts the tie between Ferro and Platense
Zero to zero
Talking about the world is banned in those rooms
God and the devil are patching up the early mornings
And I don’t understand a thing
The virgin, like a woman, deceives them, comforts them
And tells them that in the end, you always have to pay
Boys, we gotta eat
Get out to the workshop

The devil, getting bored, makes some grease
Goes to the bathroom and smokes a joint
God, a good worker, watches the spot
And whistles a tango between his teeth
That talks about him
"Let’s go where the sun is"
The devil knows a thousand places
Where there are girls
And something like love
God says, "We gotta hold on"
With my overtime
I can manage
A walk to Lujan
And around six
The whistle echoes in the shed
Makes it even sadder
The virgin, like a woman, deceives them, comforts them
And tells them that in the end, you always have to pay
Boys, we gotta eat
Get out to the workshop