Un Rosario En Budapest

I'll tell you there's another music in the air.
Oh! when I leave from here.
Oh! I'll give you a kiss and a moonbeam.
When I leave from here.
I'll go everywhere
Transforming myself
Duck, bed, black, white, pick, corset
Or a poor Indian from the colony.
When I leave from here
I'll go everywhere
Transforming myself
Cup, beak, sex, bow, pipe, delay
Or a person from Rosario in Budapest.
I want music and clothes of any color
When I leave from here.
I want a sun, a digit that marks 3,
A revolution.
When I leave from here
I'll go as if singing, getting closer
I'll cut a tear with a razor blade
And my signs will be different.
When I leave from here
I'll have two elephants and I won't see them
I think there are reasons to run
Running implies hurrying.
So then now, I'll sing, I'll sing,
I want a party in my soul.
I'll sing, I'll sing, until there's nothing left
I'll sing, I'll sing, among dolls and cans
I'll sing, I'll sing, a singing dog doesn't bark
I'll bark, I'll bark, until the anger runs out
I'll sing, I'll sing, that's my only weapon.