Pejerrey

What is your open vein, slit city?
Where do you keep those who don't sleep?
And who washes your feet?
From so much filth and pain...
Where do you hide the broken mouths?
I'm not going to be a silverside for your belly...
Insane in heat
Tangle of sick people,
A diarrhea of faces that look at nothing
Soldiers of what?
Shaved city: how many did you chew today?
Don't involve me in your bad mood parade
I'm not going to be a silverside for your belly...