Ciudad Baigón
Indio Solari
Baigón City
Because there's a sky that's better
With pools of ancient venecita
They mess with you and deceive you cruelly
Because Positano is very small
And will never be enough for you
It will never be your paradise
Look at the souls around you
Look at the love beside you
Many hells, I saw different ones
And yet here I stroll
I keep piling up curses
And I keep offering my kindness
They always force you to fly like this
In bingo-fuel and strafed
With slaps that habit gives
By the wicked mandate of the dead
A poor devil I know I am
Who goes through life with arrogance
Well and thank God (by God)
No one follows my advice
And the notable ones, say they envy
Common people like you
And they keep trying to, ruin the mold of the old cheese
Power, pleasure, power!
Dark rumors that confuse the mind
And disturb the dry hearts
And the day will come when
Your joys will fade away
And that little flame that you barely are
Will extinguish and nothing will remain
Not even the question of how you managed
To endure and spend your life among all your poisons
And the fears that defeated you
And even the worm that everyone envies
And knows very well, that it's not made for love
Laughs at the pleasure of being so cruel and unattainable
