Al Cielo No

It turns out I grabbed and decided to kill myself
Because there was nothing left to hold on to
It's not that I'm a downer
But not even a drugged Superman was going to save me

One thing I had very clear
I wasn't going to heaven even if they paid me
Hell was a wonder for me
Burning like a chicken on the grill

So yes, yes, I was going to ask
I wasn't pretending to go to heaven
And to see who I had to talk to
That I had a connection in Uruguay
So no, please
Not to heaven

I had always imagined heaven
Like when a cartoon character died
Like some horrible painting by Miguel Angel
Or like the paradise Dante told about

But who convinced me that heaven was boring
I already had a bit of hatred for them
It was the words of my grandmother Popa
When she appeared to me playing the cup game

And she said: Look my love
Here in heaven everything is terrible
Because there's no lottery or peanuts
Or any bar to have anise
So no, please
Not to heaven

By chance I found out that eternity
Lasts a long time, and sometimes more
And I can't stand everything going on
Sitting on a cloud like a bladder

Playing the harp badly and out of tune
Surrounded by little angels always peeing
Removing cobwebs from my genitals
Because all the oriental women are virgins up there

I preferred to be in hell
Even if I had to endure
Rivera, Oribe, and Garzón
And the Peñarol fans
So no, please
Not to heaven