La Casa Desaparecida

Mother put the medals on my jacket
I can't put on my shoes anymore
My two legs stayed in Malvinas
The bad wine doesn't let me recover
From the clear and dark nightmare
Of Valeria Mazza kissing the Cordobés
Who died staked, alone, among the ravens drained of blood
In resistance, here on the second of April we toast for him

Argentines, Argentines
What destiny my friend, Argentines
No one knows how to answer
Argentines, Argentines
Always walking beside the road
The advantage of not belonging

Embraced in the stands with anyone
When Boca is in my mouth, in my woman's mouth
Between the boiling Tetra, the joint, and the amphetamines
Go Boca, go Boca, go Boca
Go Boca have faith
That the war is lost and this happened a long time ago
And we all know this, what are we going to do
I give you my sweaty underwear
If today we win the cup 4 to 3

Argentina, Argentina
What happened in Argentina
It's the disappeared house
Argentina, Argentina
Welcome home Argentina,
To the disappeared

I'm a Paraguayan from Villa 21
I suck you, I do everything you want
Sergeant Ibarra has fallen in love with me
On Sundays he pays for the whiskey and the hotel
And I steal his gun while he sleeps
And I go to Godoy Cruz, to Godoy Cruz and Santa Fe
To take care of Ramona and the kids
Who kiss you, steal from you, take care of you between the train tracks

Between roses and sarmiento, Don Segundo and Martín Fierro
The barbarism and European manners
The country of inventions, Maradona,
The mysteries of the metaphysical language of great resentment

Welcome immigrants to this wandering paradise
It is known that he who does not risk does not win
And that house they left behind escaping between bullets
Was the breeding ground for nostalgia

In the kingdom of the cavernous silence of oropeles
A council of miseries, on their knees in the barracks
And there was a party for everyone, intoxicated, delirious
Don't get involved, that scoundrel must have done something

I returned with Onganía and things were still the same
Aristocratic patricians and ladies of Anchorena
So Catholic suckers, protagonists without roles
Yearning for a patriotic, unionist socialism
All prepared to land on the runway

Now the planes are empty
Transformed into trucks
Of interests, sad bullets
And neighbors who don't understand
What happened in this neighborhood
So quiet, so silent
And who gave the order to change the world
From reading antennas in the hair salon
To never feeling joy again

Mothers very desperate cooked and ironed
Today their children are cannibal ghost
The corpses are kept or hidden in the river
In palaces of bloodstained memory

And we have big dicks, long as a thousand facones
And anachronistic speeches, melancholic unions
The flag gone mad, kill the faggots
Because men go to whores to feel like men

Always the omnipresent father with a strong gaze
Who hid a very asexual seducer
Thanks daddy for the flowers, for the vindications
You know we never let you down
And if mommy were still alive, she would be a gardener today
In the cemetery club of passions
I who never got into anything, never got into politics
Simply was a hedonistic boy

And innocent boys and girls with a gun
For the most brutal hatred dismembered
The strongest penalize, hit hard, tear you apart
Nothing personal, human nature
The powers organize how the goods of the time will be distributed

No one can be saved, no one can be saved

I'm still alive, still attentive, and observing with time
This strange unclassified disease
That affects you very quickly, that takes away your smile
Whose symptom is that nothing matters anymore

Argentine to the death,
Facundo's sideburn
Cut from the people, from the faces
And keep eating shit, every day, every night
And explain to the whole world
Our nothing of universal history
Of the self-absorbed Argentina
Containing an encyclopedia of oneself

And light up with the pen
Little words in the sky,
In the field the thorns
And in the center of my chest
There's a bug walking

Today the house of my childhood no longer exists nor is needed
I carry it deep inside me
Full of colors and disappearances
Very early, very deep, very bitter

Nothing has disappeared
Not the house with 10 pines
Not my love, not the zamba of my hope
It's just that the world is very stupid
But it can be divine, if I want
Because nothing in this world is missing me
Nothing more than some tricks
A rabbit, a top hat, a mattress, a record player and a table
And it's possible that the children can change what we did
And the house never disappears again

Argentines, Argentines,
What destiny my friend, Argentines
No one knows how to answer
Argentines, Argentines
Always walking beside the road
The advantage of not belonging

Argentina, Argentina
What happened in Argentina
It's the disappeared house
Argentina, Argentina
Where everything is a lie, Argentina, the disappeared
Welcome to everyone's house
To the disappeared house
Welcome to appear in this world
Argentina the disappeared