Con La Musica a Otra Parte

This is the story of a sad and dark bar
That was on the corner between the past and the future
It had four chairs, one for each wall
But it played the best rap in the city, I assure you
All its clientele was made up of
The most select cream of junkies and workers
They served a birdseed that was a school brand
That didn't quench the thirst but relieved the hangovers
And I don't know what it was, if sorrow or joy
Or just loneliness looking for company
But night after day there was always in that bar
A few who wanted to see the sun resurrect
Sitting there, every day was Saturday
And two out of two there was a party in the bathrooms
Misunderstood and convinced atheists
They went to that church to leave their donations

And no! There was no admission fee
The mission: Drink to get the heart drunk
Nowhere else on the planet's edge
Was there such a collection of delinquents and poets
And no! There was no admission fee
But there was company with good conversation
On a small stage we set up the party
With an MC on the microphone and a DJ as the orchestra

This is the story of an ugly and poorly made bar
Very narrow, with damp stains on the ceiling
But, with simplicity, despite the narrowness
At the same time as the best paintings seen on the wall
The brothels closed but it remained open
There were always faithful at the doors of its temple
It had flow, it had magic for sure
Although the women inside could be counted on one hand
And from Thursday to Sunday four times a week
If bingo was sung, the blinds were lowered
So that inside the clients could continue with the revelry
Drinking the present to forget about tomorrow
Unhealthy life, in its garden the apple grew
Forbidden, sister of the drink's tumor
Its bar was a good port for the drifting ship
The best meeting point for lost bullets

And no! There was no admission fee
The mission: Drink to get the heart drunk
Nowhere else on the planet's edge
Was there such a collection of delinquents and poets
And no! There was no admission fee
But there was company with good conversation
On a small stage we set up the party
With an MC on the microphone and a DJ as the orchestra

This is the story of a bar that falls apart
Third paragraph, climax and resolution
Before the curtain falls with its curtain
Let me relax and tell you how it ends, look
That bar wasn't made for just anyone
No dude, it didn't have pretty waitresses
And yet I swear it was an oasis of hope
Where those who drink for revenge quenched their thirst
Fine thing, to get lost among its ruins
Look in that tavern, time didn't exist
Whiskey with thorns was drunk slowly
To escape routine and kill boredom
But destiny is a joker who no longer knows how to laugh
And this story doesn't have a happy ending
They closed that bar and art was left orphaned
And we had to go with the music elsewhere

But no! There was no admission fee
The mission: Drink to get the heart drunk
Nowhere else on the planet's edge
There was a convention with well-dressed delinquents
And no! There was no admission fee
But there was company with good conversation
On a small stage we set up the party
Swear it, dude!