Kosas de Viejas

Summer has already arrived
We'll see each other in the village
The old women will already have
What to talk about
Look at those from the neighborhood
The ones with long hair
And dressed all in black
Mother, there they go!

I've been told they've seen them
They're drunks, drug addicts
Knife-wielders from the big city
Some crazy anarchists
That's clear at first sight
Just listen to their answers

And those young girls so small
They've joined them with them
Oh my goodness, what a mess!
They go down to the cliffs together
God knows what they'll do with them
They're only 17 years old

All day they drink beer
And it goes to their heads
And they hear infernal music
They're demonized beings
Captivated by the devil
They're all children of Satan
But listen to me, lady
I couldn't care less
About the stories you could invent

Why would I want to do drugs
When listening to their stories
I have enough to hallucinate for a month
But don't worry
We're not going to change
We'll still give them something to talk about

If we can't think of anything
Never lose morale
There's always time to sing