Vuelve Peluca

Come back, wig, like a ghost
to the glorious Castelar
he's grown a beard and they say
he's got a black girlfriend in Arraial
His eyes are all over the place,
but he swears he's 'clean'
that for a year and a half the devil
hasn't hung his laundry in his yard
I remember wig, little rock star pup,
playing 'Seminare' by the bonfires...
tonight the memories are taking roll on the platform
of what the wind will never bring back

Wig says he missed
his friends and the Fernet,
that you gotta cry a lot in another language
to really know when to come back...
When he asks about Marisita
no one will know to say she lives in Spain
and has a kid with a Real Madrid player
I remember wig imitating Michael Jackson
on the hood of a cop car
tonight the memories push us off the platform
of what the wind will never bring back

Come back, wig
and it’s pouring hard in the same Castelar...