Murguita del sur

Four drunks are taking the rocker away
Once again, the funeral's a bust
In the neighborhood, they’re licking their chops
Revving up the scene to get it going

Dance, dance, the word on the street is lit
But this time, the dead guy came back
And he felt out of place in that band
That was boring, playing in G major

Why, that stick that grinds you down
That flattens you, that crushes you
You use it to kill?

Then, when there’s nothing left
No more eyes, no more hands
You want to caress it

There’s nothing, uoh, oh, oh, you love it, uoh, oh, oh
There’s nothing, uoh, oh, oh, there’s nothing left

Offices prepping predators
On the radios hyping the festival
That remembers for the first time a man
That people today are wanting more

With time, he’s gone to the crest
Of a wave that just keeps growing
Today his face is on all the shirts
He’s a dead guy who won’t stop being born

Which one? Kamikazes of other souls
Bored in their homes
They don’t even dare to sing

Then, they hallucinate that a hero
From other lands is coming
To rescue him

It’s that, uoh, oh, oh, if he’s not here, uoh, oh, oh
The face, uoh, oh, oh, you build, uoh, oh, oh
A mask, uoh, oh, oh with your desires
Amen!

Four drunks are taking the rocker away
They’re taking him forever
He distorts and soon returns
Four drunks are taking him away
Four drunks are taking him away, taking him forever
Four drunks are taking him away, taking him
Four drunks are taking him forever
They’re taking him, four drunks
Four drunks are taking him away
They’re taking him forever
They’re taking him forever
Four drunks are taking him away
They’re taking him forever
He distorts and soon returns
Uoh, oh, oh, uoh, oh, oh, uoh, oh, oh