Cuadros colgados
Divididos
Hanging Pictures
I get on the bus at seven
When people stop whistling
You get on, you get off, you get off, you get on
You go out, you come in, you come in, you go out
And I felt alone in San Martín
They were just hanging pictures
And parrots dressed like tigers
They were just hanging pictures
And the philharmonic, one more charango
Don't talk to me about tango or rock
Or the red in the celluloid (Josefa Zabala)
And after the guitar strum, what?
After the guitar strum, what?
Be more charming at SADAIC
They were just hanging pictures
It wasn't tango, it wasn't rock
They were just hanging pictures
And the daydream of the alkaloid
A store light
They were just hanging pictures
It wasn't tango, it wasn't rock
They were just hanging pictures
It wasn't tango, it wasn't rock
They were just hanging pictures
It wasn't tango, it wasn't rock
They were just hanging pictures
It wasn't tango, it wasn't rock
