Sopa De Tortuga

I began to understand when I heard
this offer you can't refuse
in this vile trade who belongs to whom
why do you say yes
if you don't want to

forced song cocktail
injected the songwriter dies
victim of an excess of faith
the lightning of deception struck him

collectors of songs
neat melodies will whistle
in this damn world to saffron
on this tightrope I go without a net
guided without a path and without law

appraisers of songs
turtle soup in the shop window
generates this fucking rant to the four winds