Los Draculatecas

You know who I saw, you won't believe me
One Sunday I ran into him
With his handsome mane, tucking in his shirt even to say hello
The guy is always the same
A great character says he's doing well, he left me a phone number and left
He got lost on the street where I found him on the street that leads to yesterday
My murga got lost where I left it, the kids watch me return

Lailai-lailai-lai
We are the Draculatecas and a song
We're going to sing with these crooked buckets
And cans painted from our murga

I went to the museum to check
I stopped alone in the little field
You can't turn back the swift sword of infinity

But speed is relative
When Julito's stone
Breaks the barrier of reality
And those glasses really see you

Lailai-lailai-lai

Every now and then Pepe gives me a joy, he calls me or I run into him somewhere
And he tells me he intends
To plan that barbecue
But for now he never brought us together
And that's been organizing
Since our murga fell apart
It must be that the meat went up

Lailai-lailai-lai, lailai-lailai-lai
(Go Pepe, leave)
Lailai-lailai-lai

They say Lechuga lives in Montreal another
That they saw him in El Prado
He was a coracero or Pentecostal
White communist or Colorado

Everything they say could be true
It could be a lie and I don't care
I want to see him one day to talk
And no one tells us to be quiet

Lailaialiala
El Rulo shouting like a crazy man standing on Laiva on tiptoe
Julio's truck returning twisted
Aldo in the mega tent playing the cuplé

El Flaco Carini, El Icho and El Nino
Babi's glass and up Huracán
Cano Miguel's sister fine-tipped and Napo saying we're
Going to succeed

Lailai-lailai-lai, lailai-lailai-lai
(That's it Napo, that's it)
Lailai-lailai-lai

Cuba surfer watching the rehearsal
The lame and the beto in the new wave vibe
Polo and Chelo running horses
Quietly smoking the old king passed

Luis Antonio gets on, Marta shouts at him
Andresito grew up they call him Andrés
Tomorrow Hormiga leaves the visit
Camilo and the greter already know what it is
Lailai-lailai-lai
We don't know what it is, guys?

At the dance in Anzani they cut the street
My uncle Miguel dresses up as a mummy
Toto and Chicho in the brawls of the valley
Willi with girls bigger than him

You hear the dairyman whistling in the air
And the rat marking the chalk line
Sitting on the wall
Nacho is the devil
And Marcelo Paz's jar of spiders

Lailai-lailai-lai, lailai-lailai-lai

Black Hugo came out
The pines are already ringing
Carlitos and El Chango learn kung fu
The highest trio, it's Paulino
Yamandú's Superman suit

Leo and Mati in the bakery
Calling Bigote kicking the gate
Pepper on a ship that wouldn't return
Gabo shot on television

Lailai-lailai-lai, lailai-lailai-lai

The Draculatecas are leaving
The smile of the museum

A flower to the swept
And the goodbye of this murguero

From the smiling chorizo
What a name for a toothpick
The Draculatecas are leaving
Two stages for February
A murga with vedettes
Where have you seen, my God

A kiss for Laurita
For Carla
And for the runaway
To Forfai
Fat Carmen
To Huguito the hairdresser
And to the beast of the summer that I left in
The inkwell
For Bruno
Black Ana
Copita
And for the whole neighborhood
The Draculatecas are leaving
The smile, the smile of the museum