El Balcón de Paul
El Cuarteto de Nos
Paul's Balcony
Oh, how hot it is on Paul's balcony!
Oh, how hot it is when the sun goes down!
Everyone comments on that strange situation
But everyone ends up on the balcony
They wonder why it's closed during the day
And when night falls, it gets rowdy
But no one has ever told what happened
Because no one who enters leaves the same way they came in
It's all conjecture what happens inside
One imagines it's the epicenter of an earthquake
There are no censors, subordinates, commitment, or government
It's a passage to paradise in hell up high
And there you act with abandon
Nothing is seen from a crane
Neither from above nor below
And without work, without overalls
You get what you see
Everyone talks about Paul
And no one knows who he is
Oh, how hot it is on Paul's balcony!
Oh, how hot it is when the sun goes down!
Everyone comments on that strange situation
But everyone ends up on the balcony
They say everything is hard, nothing is soft
That Scotland Yard wants to close it because there's a slot
They say it's avant-garde
A display with the replay of the hottest
It's the Ripley, 'believe it or not'
They say not even the tarot predicts what unfolds there
And that it burns like Troy as in Vietnam or Cambodia
They say they hope their dreams crystallize
They say they say, but they can check me
Oh, how hot it is on Paul's balcony!
Oh, how hot it is when the sun goes down!
Everyone comments on that strange situation
But everyone ends up on the balcony
They say they lose their memory after the adventure
And even the most expensive phone lacks coverage
And it goes bad for those who speak of this chaos and disorder
And that's why no snitch or blogger ever goes
What happens on the balcony stays on the balcony
Since the cameras don't work, many change roles
And while the chaos lasts, the world seems upside down
Give a man a mask and you'll see who he really is
