El Callejon de Los Milagros
Indio Solari y Los Fundamentalistas Del Aire Acondicionado
The Alley of Miracles
My alley, with all its miracles
Your alley, oh! bang, bang, bang!
Gardens with their little golden apples
And in your garden, oh! bang, bang, bang!
Bitter puddles are your fifteen years
And there's that stone that wants to sink you (oh, no)
Death that looks at you, makes a visor
Empty eye sockets, bang, bang, bang!
You're tied to the bathroom floor
Face down and, bang, bang, bang!
A gunshot doesn't change your expression
It's the bills that give you hope
Those kids don't feel anything
They don't feel they can die
And nothing for you
What smells you with its black snout
Is the puppy of the law
You dreamed of Filipino maids
Dead coquettish, oh! bang, bang, bang!
Perfumes that cloy and make you dizzy
With the miracles of my alley
My alley
My alley with all its miracles
Your alley, oh! bang
