Al Cielo No
El Cuarteto de Nos
To Heaven, No
Turns out I decided to end it all
Because there was nothing left to hold on to
It’s not that I’m some kind of downer
But not even a high Superman could save me
One thing I had clear as day
I wasn’t going to heaven even if they paid me
Hell was a blast for me
Burning up just like a chicken on the grill
So yeah, I was gonna ask
I had no intention of going to heaven
And see who I had to talk to
Because I had a connection in Uruguay
So no, please
To heaven, no
I always pictured heaven
Like when a cartoon character dies
Like some awful painting by Michelangelo
Or like the paradise Dante talked about
But who convinced me that heaven was a drag
Even though I already had a bit of hate for it
Were the words of my grandma Popa
When she’d show up playing the cup game
And she’d say: Look my love
Here in heaven, it’s all a nightmare
Because there’s no lottery or peanuts
Or any bar to drink anisette
So no, please
To heaven, no
By chance, I found out that eternity
Lasts a long time, sometimes even more
And I can’t stand the thought of it all going on
Sitting on a cloud like a balloon
Playing the harp badly and out of tune
Surrounded by little angels always pissing
Getting cobwebs out of my genitals
Because over there, all the girls are virgins
I’d rather be in hell
Even if I had to put up with
Rivera, Oribe, and Garzón
And the Peñarol fans
So no, please
To heaven, no