El Viejo De Arriba

The old man upstairs wants to clean me up
But I don't think he can fix
This head refuses to stop
It's not calm
It's not a wound, it's a hole of love
Stray bullet in an alcohol trance
Drunk, I laugh without good reason
I don't get a thing
No one can stop it
All for the sake of continuing
Crushing, crushing
Our ranch started rotting away

The old man upstairs doesn't know how to live
I won't let him paint my sky gray
And in no way will I allow
It to sadden me
Lost path, I don't wear a watch
The wild party is already taking color
With the waywardness was my heart
To the top
No one can stop it
Tonight I'll go all the way
With the crazy, the drunk
With the whores and the guys
To the entrance of a liberated world
To the pleasure of a marginal mambo
To the corner of a crazy game
Until falling in fullness, until falling

Cachaca that lasts
Cachaca that lasts
Cachaca, at Mesón de Joan

No one can stop it
Tonight I'll go all the way
With the crazy, the drunk
With the whores and the guys
To the entrance of a liberated world
To the pleasure of a marginal mambo
To the corner of a crazy game
Until falling in fullness, until falling

The old man upstairs
He shot, he thought he was God
The old man upstairs
He shot, he thought he was God
Cachaca, that lasts
Cachaca that lasts
Cachaca, at Mesón de Joan
Cachaca, that lasts
Cachaca that lasts
Cachaca at Mesón de Joan