Candombe de Resacas
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
Hangover Candombe
Who has seen you and who sees you now?
Thinks a guy in front of the mirror examining himself
Just got up
Has messy hair and eyes rolled back
The hangover watches him from the empty pillow
While he gropes the girl's butt
Who lies face down
Doesn't even realize she's asleep
Guess guesser, who caused a mess last night?
Who turned on the TV and lost the remote control?
Why is there so much broken glass all in brown?
And this ashtray smell, where the hell did it come from?
A candombe in his head that's not for dancing
No matter how much water he throws, he can't make it sound
A drum in his guts that won't stop beating
Turn around quickly and hands on the wall
He's going to spit a real envido and it's better to stand up
If he misses the toilet, then he has to clean up
Now he has to find the towel
The one he dropped yesterday
The damn thing is well hidden under the bidet
If there's a God, it's aspirin
If there's a Christ, it's a coffee
At the door is the girl
She's a little better than him
With her two boobs she looks at him, it's not me who you want
Don't burn your head for a little pleasure
The guy stays alone but in bad company
The hangover and the crack pinch his side
And that glass troublemaker won't stop until he's pissed off
You're looking so much like a fool, you're starting to look like me
If you weren't a reflection, I'd say I'm there
I can't stand your gaze
I'm not here to argue
A candombe in his head that's not for dancing
No matter how much water he throws, he can't make it sound
A drum in his guts that won't stop beating