El Dr. Durito Y Yo

I was thinking of some words for this meeting
I was writing a speech for this town
Got distracted looking at the moon, up in the clouds, up in the sky

I was about to declare myself very firmly puzzled
I looked down and saw my paper was blank
Got distracted looking at a little bug very similar to a beetle

I am Mr. Durito, not a bug or beetle
I am Mr. Durito, hero of children and the elderly
With my knightly lineage, I wield my lance as a good lancer

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm going to fly, and you here, slave to walk
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm going to fly, and you here, slave to walk

Up above, the moon, like a crinoline cloud
with its eternal blush, stains and stains its edges
Below, men and women dreaming celebrate existence
I sigh for hope and the moon to return

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm going to fly, and you here, slave to walk

Listen Mr. Durito, I need some words
for this dissertation on liberalism
The moon distracted me and you distracted me, little bug

Illiterate squire who knows nothing about this
Like a good commoner, you'll know there's no remedy
In this globalization, all balloons burst

We, who fly, are as free as the wind
You stay below: you're the rebels, the chicanos,
the blacks, the latinos, f*ggots, prisoners, the marginalized

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm going to fly, and you here, slave to walk
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm going to fly, and you here, slave to walk

Up above, the moon, takes a crinoline cloud
with its eternal blush, stains and stains its edges
Below, men and women dreaming celebrate existence
I sigh for hope and the moon to return

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm going to fly, and you here, slave to walk.