Buscando Un Ángel

Tell me what you saw on the sign
What's the good that hits you in the head
Speed of a world on the rise
The new drug is terror

Bumping cars on foot in the city
Looking for someone who can hear you
But this leads to another place where there are
Speakers in a heart

Sunday in peace, a gut day
From five to seven, you get tempted
Still Morón, still the intention
And the dog scratches itself on the platform

Bumping cars on foot in the city
Looking for someone who can hear you
But that leads to another place where there are swings in the heart

Brutal passion, happy, massive
Looking for a woman, an angel, a friend who wants to ride with me

Say it's easy, or I don't know what to do
There's not much time to understand
It's necrophilia and morbidity, the poet from yesterday said

Bumping cars on foot in the city
Looking for someone who can hear you
But that leads to another place where there are basil plants in the heart

Looking for an angel
Looking for an angel
Looking for an angel
Looking for an angel