El Astronauta Y La Bruja
Bersuit Vergarabat
The Astronaut and the Witch
An astronaut and a witch
Travel in a bubble
Straight to the south
That fire that grew
If the detergent heats up
And what they feel bursts
They can lose control
And also the connection
Certainty or illusion
Epidermal fiction
He believes in spaceships
And special effects
That he never verified
And in his damn life he saw
She practices with brooms
Sees the future in a crystal ball
That a hanged man sold her
And also convinced her
Of her inner power
That cardboard magic
And in the air roll
Drops of love, drops of love
The vagabond plays with the idea
Of creating a great system
That allows another fusion
Another type of value
But the witch contains him
And guesses what he wants
Because she went and came back
To the hell of terror
To that world so gluttonous
That eats your heart
Sometimes it happens that the fever
Mysteriously rises
And retreats without reason
Like every apparition
A burst bubble
No longer means anything
And the two go downcast
Without belief or religion
Moving away from the sun
In the opposite direction
An eternal return
To emptiness, emptiness
An eternal return
To emptiness, emptiness
Life is never so precise
No one has that dick
That takes you out of the engine
And shows you something better
Neither the astronaut, nor the witch
Know what to do with the guilt
And the fear they left
Their sidereal connection
And in the air roll
Drops of love, drops of love
