La Espada Del Recelo

The night is the twilight of madness.
Out comes the moon, restraint gets locked away.
It's the censorship of all that’s bad
That shows up in a usual way.

We’re four, we’re eight, we’re one.
The soul becomes invulnerable to misfortune.
High on booze, heading to San Martín
I’m enchanted, hanging on my elixir.

Always knowing that my back
Will never touch the ground.
Because with the sword of jealousy
I’ll have my people conquering my fears.

On the brink of an imminent party
Ignoring the content, but not the wrapping.
A little chick of extreme submission
Decides to cut off my outburst.

Victim of the most pathetic narcissism
I return to the hood with the loyalty of a good friend
To kill my rage with a hot dog, man
(Raffo is always there comforting me.)

Always knowing that my back
Will never touch the ground.
Because with the sword of jealousy
I’ll have my people conquering my fears.

A kind cook, that guy
Who in his madness has led us astray.
Consciousness throws itself to sleep
Now a crazy guy decides for me.

So a joke lacking sense,
Can’t smell like anything but a conflicting saying.
Screw friendship for a while,
I won’t accept such hostility.

I’ll go to bed sick with rage
Rage that I’ll forget the next day.
A simultaneous laugh will put on the podium
That beautiful and bizarre episode.