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You walk through the city, not knowing where you're going
Sure that soon you won't die
A prophet in your village, no one is
Nor normal is the one who laughs out loud

Wiping, sweeping, puffing up the air
Drinking water, being full and hungry
You tell everyone you're leaving this place
Because you have water, but no bathtub

And for three hours, 'Porno Palma'
You know that smile, well, that's Alma

You wake up, you no longer believe in yourself
Your ex-girlfriend marries a criminal
America spreads its buttocks to you
From them, your perspective peeks

Alone with strangers, reception, makeup
And your hostess, a young girl
She doesn't know you're for them
You are God's messenger

You are Dani and Versace
Here are our mariachis
They are sweet candies
They are bitter heptanones

You walk through the city, not knowing where you're going