Y otras cosas fuleras
José Larralde
And other bad things
The ragu climbed up to the caspoza
He couldn't control the machine
A piece of wind went down his spine
And there, things started
He wanted to philosophize, and trembling
Swelling to explode from jugulars
Forced him to scratch the places
Of his dry sinews
A verija, warned him of the scald
That they were quartering his reasons
A little more and the tartar in the kidneys
Would fill a bucket
He walked alone; opened and closed gates
I don't have the urge to give, come back another day
He was putting his soul in rebellion
And other bad things
From walking the streets, there is nothing new
Only the bones and a tight garron
And a thin and cheeky maranfio
It almost costs a fortune!
From walking the streets, he learned that it is slow
The rain of wet luck
That the law is adjusted to screw you
And everything is shit!
That summer is for those who have money
And winter, for those who stuff money
That the function of the official is fake
And for the dry, not even a candle!
His reserved fund is the cell
With millions of lice in the account
He manages ditches and his income
It's walking naked!
What are you going to do, friend, you are alone
But don't forget that God is Argentine
Endure your destiny very manly
Or become a fag!
He walked alone; opened and closed gates
I don't have the urge to give, come back another day
He was putting his soul in rebellion
And other bad things
