Dame Un Limón

I don't dance no
the rifles don't respond in the hall
the fat woman and her hip with delay
give me a slice, from four to ten in Tesei
the chubby guy is screaming for a lemon.

I don't dance no
and don't you even think about a canapé
relief in the skirt again
heavy bandoneon, the fool can't take it anymore
my place is filled with leaves.

It's not poetry, to see the meat sweating
between Morcillo and Switzerland I am.

I exchange a slice for an infusion
flame and jingle
this hell asks for today...
I exchange a slice for an infusion
flame and jingle
this hell asks for today...
give me a lemon.

It's not poetry, to see the meat sweating
my place is filled with leaves.

I don't dance no
I don't dance no
I don't dance no