Alicia En Bilbao
Doctor Deseo
Alicia in Bilbao
Alicia's got a girlfriend,
she's dying in Nanclares.
Her tears stain the estuary red.
Where a group of kids
play checkers,
there are fat rats,
hairy like your dad.
The mustached queen
gently dedicates herself
to screwing over her subjects
it's Christmas!
It's raining, raining, still raining,
hearts are rusting,
frogs are getting happy.
Who would’ve thought? It’s better
the scent of victory
than the pain in your eyes.
Alicia is innocent
like a witch,
fearlessly navigating
the sewers of this city.
Old Sabino grabs Mari Jaia's ass
who with a hint of disdain
laughs and walks on.
The fun-loving hookers
fill the Gran Vía,
and the bankers
warm their butts
by an old stove
in the brothels of the outskirts.
Upside-down world
where to find it.
Who would’ve thought? It’s better
the scent of victory
than the pain in your eyes.
Alicia glides
curiously through the streets
Salamalikun-Ongi etorri,
where desire
gropes for reality,
and the sardines show off their calves.
In the hayloft of needles
a caress has been lost,
the girl bleeds
as she keeps searching insistently.
These snakes
are shedding their skin,
but they keep intact
the same poison.
Who would’ve thought? It’s better
the scent of victory
than the pain in your eyes.
