Murguita Del Sur

Four drunks take the rocker away
The funeral has failed again
In the neighborhood they lick their lips over the banners
Reviving the model to assemble

Dance, dance, word of mouth
It's out of fashion but this time the dead man returned
And I felt like I was a stranger in this orchestra
That was boring to sound in G major

Why, that stick that kneads you
That makes you weak, that crushes you
Do you use it to kill?
Afterwards, when there is nothing left
There are no more eyes, there are no more hands
You want to caress it

There is nothing, you love it
There is nothing, nothing is left
Offices preparing predators
On the radios inciting the festival

Who remembers a man for the first time
That people today are wanting more
Over time it went away
For the crest of a wave that never stops growing
Today his face is on all the t-shirts
It is a dead person who never stops being born

Which is it?
Kamikazes of other souls bored
At home they don't even dare to sing
Then they hallucinate that a hero is planning
From other lands and comes to rescue him
That's it, if the face isn't there
You make a mask with your desire

Amen
Four drunks take the rocker away
They take him away forever, he deforms and soon returns