Hay que Dios boludo

Love filled my bed
with washers and tacks
I got surgery on this bandoneon
with local anesthesia
then I fattened up my ideas
and now I fast from nonsense
on top of that, I fell in love
and my heart fattens up too.

My nightstands got divorced
for being rebellious, there's no deal
oh, gotta damn God
popped in the middle
acting cool with miracles.

Dress up, girl
I'll take you out for a stroll
this fancy night
will kiss us again
you see, girl
I'll take you out for a walk
tonight.

Your sorrows are a music box that rusted
carnival of hummingbirds
makeup and little panties
coven of presidents
a little while each
the stewardess becomes
the one who brings the perfume and the pedal.