Angel de Los Perdedores (part. Indio Solari y Sergio Dawi)

By squeezing the package well you drained that glass
You ran out into the street, it was calling you
"the bitch how ugly it was
without the daisy
"The sirens are ringing and I am without holy water."

the night that breaks the glass, selling illusions
leaving you fragments of dreams in the corners
"But baby, your laugh is the magic of rock 'n' roll
tattooed I bear the mark of your stings".

You healed all his wounds
with rotten water
You lied to the devil three times by selling him flowers
And you carried away the angel of the losers.

You hid all your memories in a lair
Swearing that you would never tell a lie
But you come from those alleys that melt alcohol
Where only the worst win.

You healed all his wounds with rotten water
You lied to the devil three times by selling him flowers
And you carried away the angel of the losers.