Cinto de Inutilidades

There is nothing older
Than a cowboy who shoots three shots at once
Our grandmother must miss
The zing-pow!, the belt of uselessness
In our world everything is new and colorful
There's no place for those people who are already gone
Old bat, fake bang-bang
You're done, our talk is joy!
Just joy, just joy
And an open heart for those who do good
Just joy, just joy
Our talk is joy