Angelitos Culones

Big-ass angels
Fall from the sky
Their rosy cheeks
Clash against the glass

The wet street
And this loneliness
If it's useless
If it's all the same

My best friends
Are about to arrive
Maybe they'll never come
Because they're no longer here

The impatient beer
Must be sweating
If no one drinks it
It's going to get warm

Verses, if I had verses
I would write a whole poem
And put it together with a melody
And sing it with my friends

Big-ass angels
Come to steal
And they take to heaven
What little there is

Dream, if I had a dream
I would sleep a whole day and wake up
And the beer still cold
Share it with my friends