Babas Del Diablo
Indio Solari y Los Fundamentalistas Del Aire Acondicionado
Devil's Drool
Jesus, the Zumba, the shining king
Had no spring with more fruit
His delusional illusions
By the rumors he hears in the adjacent room
Endures being fucked by hostile monsters around
It happens that the brain always seeks distraction
Endures being fucked by hostile monsters around
And always asks: Are there none of our own?
Distributes all that remains
From the heart that they broke
Freezes his blood, stutters
And swallows all the poisons that screw him
They are devil's drool that some shit wants to mystify
The drool that soothes the pain that attracts life
They are devil's drool that entangle his generation
They are what distinguish the small fish from the big fish
Floats on his skateboard
If it smells like gunpowder, he sneezes
His flight is low
And his acrobatics, one more feat
Endures being fucked by hostile monsters around
It happens that the brain always seeks distraction
Endures being fucked by hostile monsters around
And always asks: Are there none of our own?
He is radiant and swollen with ego
It's an excess of baggage always
Many debris and water up to his neck
And the Zumba insists that everything is a piece of cake
They are devil's drool that some shit wants to mystify
The drool that soothes the pain that attracts life
They are devil's drool that entangle his generation
They are what distinguish the small fish from the big fish
They are devil's drool that some shit wants to mystify
The drool that soothes the pain that attracts life
