Pistolas (feat. Wos)

You took so much care of yourself and now you're in a coffin
No one came to see you
I remember when you danced, I remember you didn't even look
I never quite understood
A neckline that ends when the fall begins
Of some fool without a net
The day you went out, they argued and the button
Was pushed and you see

Hot cement on the pink floor, the wall that made you
Howl like a baby
Retirees of a right they cut like a fern
The roof made it fall
Alone, and again with nothing after having entered
No way out to old age
The boys and girls' veins rumble, ready for action
Once again

Guns that fire on their own
Fallen, all unknown
Batons, hitting without reasons
Death is a matter of luck
It's like that, no more to say
It will come out, where you didn't expect

Let them kill each other, let them kill each other
Let them kill each other in Greater Buenos Aires
In the back
Make your ghetto, stay in your neighborhood
And don't tighten the belt of Rosario
Santiago del Estero, fighting for their money
Let's put police officers to kill each other
Let them kill each other

Maybe it's not the wine