Dr. Saturno
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
Dr. Saturn
I'm fed up to the gills!
With comic masses...bad
Foolproof and at three at home
Do you want to believe? Oh, no!
Dr. Saturn, give me a turn!
I ask you for an improvement...
I'm peeing on the door in your cave, love doctor...
The oars very punctured
To the rhythm of rock'n roll
I shit on my bones
That wear out the corduroy
Soaked in vinegar of nostalgias.
I go blind, fooling around
In the Antibalas Orchestra, Oh no!
Thick wines, poorly tempered
And echoes of Reputalandia trip.
I don't march in my old carnival group
(I don't show myself in the streets anymore)
My dead are so...so far away!
From the screen where you look at yourself
The liver grows, the brain ages...
And there's something very strange on my plate.
Saturn...give me a turn
(I hope, with you, to get better).
Sweet chain, sweet sentence
God is everything (he can't progress)
Dr. Saturn, give me a turn!
I ask you for a slight improvement!..
