Pedía siempre temas en la radio
Indio Solari
He always asked for songs on the radio
No, no! Blind in the mist
Beautifully his nose bleeds
They will swallow him in quicksand
He will pay dearly for how foolish he was
A finicky guy
A scribble that
Was one of the playful ones
And is the silliest penguin
I locked the foolish gadget
With time the grid ate it
He always asked for songs on the radio
And never wanted to hear them
A murky scarecrow
A ruthless one
Operetta cannibal
Piece of idiot
Nothing came out of him
Nothing in the newspapers
He was never talked about
Unhappy plague
Sentenced to never be
Headline news
Not a stellar ticket
Nothing in the newspapers
He could live with that
Just a little longer
Then he went blind
The joke swallowed him
Much low score
Nothing hopeful
If his ass catches fire
He doesn't know how to put it out
No, no! I dream of omens
They want to stage a tragedy
We all see it in his dead eyes
They show his bad sign
They show his bad sign...
