Promotora
Babasónicos
Promoter
In the fury of the meadow
you were a wide and brownish green field.
You look better with a belly
and then it became a rotisserie
And in the kitchen you took a leap
and turned into indoor soccer.
You knew the solution
everything is a taxi service.
What will tomorrow be for you, promoter?
What will become of you tomorrow?
That national industry turned into an abandoned building,
served as a parking lot and is the shopping center of the moment.
The glory of the neighborhood cinema has a new happiness
if, like a temple, it was a scam list, today it's a Menemist bingo.
What will tomorrow be for you, promoter?
What will become of you tomorrow?
Today is winter and the attempt to change your pavement.
And although the end never changes, makeup always abounds.
That's being a chameleon
that's being a chameleon.
What will tomorrow be for you, promoter?
What will become of you tomorrow?
