Tango en Segunda

There are four houses without windows
Four corpses that go
To be reborn from the dead
The visions of the end

She's a crazy one with no tomorrow
She's a tear in the pub
That's the she-wolf who takes care of me
When I start to take off

Some people I know
Live stuck in a trunk
Teletheater of the future
South pataphysics

I don't like your face
And I don't like your smell
There are three or four fools
With whom I'm better