Dos Secas
Don Osvaldo
Two Dry Hits
The cursed poetry for harmony
The reason to fight for hypocrisy
The herb for salt, innocence for evil
Madness for thinking, anesthesia
To forget too much
A bit of wisdom for crying defeats
I have soapy feet
On the tightrope
The vice for praying, the rescue for escaping
The fever for spinning
And much more for missing
Blindness to arrive
Two dry hits to laugh
Stupidity to love
Epitaphs to live
Another shot for nothing
Lead for a life
Almost social justice for the police
The shadow for the light
The gods for believing
The face for the cross
Adults only for growing
Blindness to arrive
Two dry hits to laugh
Stupidity to love
Epitaphs to live
For blind, for vice, for fool, for alive
For the uncertainty of not
Being able to see what I long for
