Somos

We are the annoying little fly
in the soup of a chubby
virtual megalomaniac
We are a chaotic mess
and the grain on the butt
of a social media bully
Scapegoats of failure
of cornerless puppets
without the moon and its truth
And we are the boogeyman of a few
who fill their bellies
by manipulating kindness
by manipulating kindness
We are their mouthful of thumbtacks
their repressed desire
We are blasphemy for the school
of spoiled sheep
We are ruthless vulgarians
slovenly riffraff
vulgar expression at its peak
But it represents a good omen
the expletive of my speech
that your morality throws at me
Dogs that bite when they bark
we are cats that assume
a thousand mice to catch
Madmen sent by the mob
with an insoluble fury
without pills to take
without pills to take
We never lost our tenderness
but we also hardened
Stoicism is the robe
we obtained for being fools
We are the heretics of your cure
the garbage truck
the warriors of peace
We are the express train to madness
the boycott of fear
the executioners of disguise
Sweet brotherhood of dusk
calaveras that don't scream
it never hurts to spend the night
Street troubadour and its charms
prisoners of the marvelous rock
that has ignited a deity
that has ignited a deity
While the rock with shirt and jumper
tries to spoil me
I invest in lyrics against a system
that promotes wars and hunger
We are from La Mona and Mala Fama
Calle 13, from La Nueva, from Lescano and the Lion
Diego taught me not to make a fuss
that those who don't open their minds
don't grow their hearts
We are from stew and barbecue
from the little stew in stew
from the table without a tablecloth
Board and easel on the grass
in the square of my neighborhood
you'll see more than one gourmet
you'll see more than one gourmet
Our oil is also black
fuels and enriches
Fernet with coke and some ice
for the delight of the common people