¡¿Lobo Estás?!
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
Are you there, Wolf?
Condemned blood, tingling warm
(It can't be endured!)
Look gentlemen, when that storm sounds,
It causes calamity.
Where those clouds go,
The animal no longer beats, beats no more.
Cars pass by, light
Silent drivers threatening to freak out.
The kid blows his bangs
Dad sniffs shine
(the radio... rat - ta - ta-).
The world is so small, old
Yet, I never knew anyone like you.
You run with a big slut
Hanging from your balls
And you pretend to be a dancer.
Where those clouds go,
The animal no longer beats, beats no more.
