Che Existencialista (feat. Alberto Echagüe)

In this land
That is a land of men
Made with spears
Of legendary cowboys

They have sprouted
A bunch of idiots
That I don't know
Why they wear pants

They have long
Messy hair
A jacket of one color
And the pants of another

The blanket in disarray
The poor geese
And they hold a grudge
Against water and soap

Hey existentialist dude
Don't act like an artist
Better grab a pick and a shovel
Go and plow the flowerbed

Hey existentialist dude
Better change tracks
Go to Paul and get a haircut
Lengthen your jacket
And take a bath, you cardboard

I remember
When mom used to tell me
Those stories
Of brave men from the past
When a man
Faced another
They fought for the woman
Or the trampled name

And now seeing
Those fools dressing up
With a little jacket
And being so fake

Let's see if you guys
Won't snitch
Not knowing if they are
Men or women