Chalito

Good lady I look for Rosa
they tell me she has a beautiful flower
spicy, cheap and fresh.
We want to hit her with a kilo of weed.
I am a gringo Argentine
we come from the land of Diego and wine
by bus, hitchhiking and on foot
we want to take the plant home.
When she brought me the weed
I ran after the weeds
we returned smiling smelling like smoke
I told my Rosa, take this, it's yours
Oh! Chinese eyes in the sun, crazy taste,
I sweat because of the heat
we take orange for the trip!
You have power, Chalito has!
You have power, have power!
have power, have power!
have power, have power!
have power, power, Chalito has!
This is a street flash
and the burning mosh of the ganja! Flavor!
We fuck his mother
and we smoke the weed,
the dogs smell us
and we don't care, we are the most faithful stoners, the oldest
we are so happy that we are not afraid!
have power, have power!
have power, have power!
have power, have power!
have power, power, Chalito has!
Oh! Chinese eyes in the sun,
crazy taste,
I sweat because of the heat
we take orange for the trip!