Murguita Del Sur
Bersuit Vergarabat
Southern Little Murmuring
Four drunks take the rocker away
Once again the funeral has failed
In the neighborhood, banners are licked
Reviving the model to assemble
Dance, dance, word of mouth
He's high but this time the dead man returned
And he felt strange in this orchestra
That got bored of playing in G major
Why, that stick that kneads you
That suffocates you, that crushes you
You use it to kill?
Then, when there's nothing left
No more eyes, no more hands
You want to caress it
There's nothing, you love it
There's nothing, nothing is left
Offices preparing predators
On the radios inciting the festival
That first remembers a man
That people today want more
With time he left us
To the crest of a wave that doesn't stop growing
Today his face is on all the shirts
He's a dead man who keeps being born
Which one is it?
Bored kamikazes of other souls
In their homes they don't even dare to sing
Then, they hallucinate that a hero is planning
From other lands and comes to rescue him
It's that, if the face isn't there
You make a mask with your desires
Amen
Four drunks take the rocker away
They take him forever, he deforms and soon returns
