El Buitre
La Vela Puerca
The Vulture
He was seen arriving scattered and exhausted
With a vacant and absent face disguise
Only a few verses are in his ear
Almost asleep, he laughs at you
He should have kept quiet, not given up
He got into a mess with faithful humility
He doesn't wait for the rest, he already has a destiny
He breaks into a scream of eternal heat
If someone leaves in a delirium train
He, like a child, gets muddy again
My faithful one drowns, gets tangled in wine
And on the way, he's the king of the bunch
Now he's skin in summer
A vulture with a soft heart
He's going to ask life for one more drink
And recover what was and is no more
Time sees, has always been a witness
That forgetting is not the best judge
He takes his pause and continues lit
He sets his truce and starts again
Now he's skin in summer
A vulture with a soft heart
He's going to ask life for one more drink
And recover what was and is no more
