Tango Feroz

Don't be confused
I have nothing to give
I'm going without chips or coins
For this great carnival
I lost my rush and calm

I have no job or law
I am just a ghost
Pissing in the king's soup

Bad weekend, I can't find anything to do
City of Christs and criminals, who can quench my thirst?
City of fucking defeats, I don't want to see you again
If no one touches my soul, I will surely die today

What are you doing, three times what are you doing!
The walls of Buenos Aires have no south or after
Malena sings in the mud as if on the moon
And in the cement the dead grow in the underground
Spit on the Constitution, go away, little turrito, go away
Taxis carry toads, the cops look for their lunch
The blind dance wrongs, the bones, the prayers
The brains, the dense, the dead

Don't be confused
I have nothing to give
I'm going without chips or coins
For this great carnival

If they don't sew my mouth shut
They're not going to silence me
If they don't sew my mouth shut
They're not going to silence me

If they don't sew my mouth shut, they won't shut me up
They're not going to silence me