La Culpa De Todo La Tiene Yoko Ono

Yoko Ono is to blame for everything
and Lennon's spirit that oozes from her pores.
For whom do all the bells toll now?
Why did Uri Geller bend spoons?
Why do I wake up with eye crust?
Who sets the forest on fire and who puts it out?
And here we all are smoking and waiting,
watching the works with the retirees.
Because they no longer let us live off tissues
or seat people in the cinema.
The price of cardboard has plummeted.
The trend of San Pancracio has passed.
People don't want to take flyers
and no one buys roasted chestnuts.
Another airhead and another clown.
Pilot dog, lucky charm pacifier.
Desperate situation, reason or rage.
Patience today and hunger tomorrow.
Yoko Ono is to blame for everything
and Lennon's spirit that oozes from her pores.
And here we all are smoking and waiting,
watching the confiscations with the retirees.
Because no one buys American blond tobacco anymore,
nor colorful lighters at bargain prices.
And it's no longer profitable to clean windshields,
nor cry to the old ladies coming out of mass.
And with the 'piedrasonic' or 'tocomocho'
you don't even make enough for cheap wine.
And in the metro there they are as always, the security guards
taking the spots from the Indians,
Moors, and Africans who sell cheap.
And I think with my last neuron.
For whom do all the bells toll now?
Why did Uri Geller bend spoons?
Why do I wake up with eye crust?
Who sets the forest on fire and who puts it out?
Yoko Ono is to blame for everything
and Lennon's spirit that oozes from her pores.