Al Divino Botón

This song, with all due respect
Wants to be a song
That serves no purpose

It doesn't aim
To win a festival
And it has no intention
Of starting a revolution

It just wants to be
Nothing more
Than a song
To the divine button

This song is, perhaps
A nutshell
A blot of bad luck

Like that of the man
Who was killed by mistake
Or that of the woman
Who was unintentionally killed

Who were killed
On more than one occasion
To the divine button

This song, thankfully
Will soon come to an end
Like a stray bullet

Move, please
The lady and the gentleman
Don't let yourselves be killed
A soldier warns you

Because this way
The Nation loses face
To the divine button

This song, out of fear
Isn't even a flower
For those who, one bad day
Don't die of love
Not even on the field of honor
Are they shot by chance
When they go to work

For what, for whom
For what reason
To the divine button