Idolo de Los Quemados

I am a mix of baguala, Internet and old tango
There is nothing more beautiful
that Rivero's lunfardo
When I go with Don Sixto
through streets of good air
we never stop to look at the poster
It's part of folklore
It's part of the waste.

I am a mix of baguala, Internet and old tango
There is nothing more beautiful
that Rivero's lunfardo
I dream of going through Buenos Aires
and with Sabat have a coffee
to fly for a little while with Gardel's wings
A dream from 2001
and 3000 too.

When I left, my old man advised me not to live
in San Miguel, Moreno, Ituzaingó or Haedo
"Go directly where the presidents are"
Therefore, in Moreno 411 and Defensa,
in a filthy boarding house,
this head lodged.

When there is no option, the people suffer and are banked
And although he is half gone he will never go to the Plaza
The Plaza is of the years and of the holy mothers
who are looking for their children and will continue looking for them
It's part of history
It's part of the blood.

I give alms to Martín Fierro and Don Quixote
who are tired of fighting asking in Plaza Once
Don't treat me like a God,
I'm just a bag that does shows
I miss my old woman in baton syndrome
I am a broken doll
next to the Bible and the heater.

There is a rotten old man who burned the flower garden
and he has an idiot son with the face of a murderer
We know that this town still lives on promises
Argentine mines were more after Eva
Of course there are, there are
You will never have your street, Alsogaray.

Buy me, I'm cheap,
free singing in the neighborhoods
Since I don't fit into your target
don't pass me by your radio
I say jail and punishment for corrupt people and murderers
If the law is not enough, you are a person who is not pleasant
I became an atheist, just
Videla used my God to kill.

You blame him
to Bolivians and Peruvians,
to those who cut routes
or are they claiming their lands,
don't be so stupid, the one who screws you is by your side
The newspapers give it cover and the TV a good schedule,
sits at any table
to negotiate new blood.

I am another warrior
of this rock that is broken
I'm for the mangazo
I am the idol of the burned
I don't know very well where I'm going,
mysteries the song has
I like the tranquility of an old cemetery
Fear the living
The dead will never hurt you.