La Canción de Los (Buenos) Borrachos (feat. Fito Paez)

Four drops
Of tar in the voice
Seven notes
Soaked in alcohol
Chimes
At the bottom of the sea
Laughter
That made me cry
With a parrot
Blaspheming in Latin
The sultans of swing
Join in
And a big band
With a trombone and bowler hat
From New Orleans
At my funeral
And that tango
Compatriot from the south
And a fandango
From Andalusian gypsy
And a piano
With two extra glasses
And hands
That know how to play it
Prayers
For people without faith
Temptations
To drink again
The poison
That your lips give me
The obscene
Kiss of truth
The ballad
Of the unfaithful married woman
Too many
Things to learn
The doorman
Of Puerta del Sol
The postman
Of your love letters
The first one
To take you dancing
A waltz
The waltz
Of the saddest sadness in the world
The beauty I squandered
The laziness of the vagabonds
The unfinished puzzle
The secret word, the hand
That plants violets in the concrete
The damn summer song
The dating house of my heart
And the miracle of the alphabet
The turtle that starts to fly
The tenderness of dinosaurs
The anniversary of loneliness
The liturgy of farewells
The stray bullet coming for me
The bitter nostalgia of escape
The soundtrack of what I lived
The song of the good
Drunks
Who, in the early morning
Return home
The song that knocks over the trash cans
Full of garbage from the Capital
The song whispered in the ear
The song you don't want to hear
We sing it, the bad husbands
When, in oblivion
We think of you
The song of the good
Drunks
Who, in the early morning
Return home
The song that knocks over the trash cans
Full of garbage from the Capital
The song whispered in the ear
The song I couldn't write
We sing it, the bad husbands
When, in oblivion
We think of you