La Ñapi De Mamá

Buenos Aires looks like yesterday's leftovers
Embodied in a foot that forgot its pain
White coats, God, two thousand, amnesia and speaker, let it be just like that
We're mom's ñapi
Don't think

There was a time I was beautiful and truly imprisoned
The most valuable bill has a helmet and religion
A strange mix of anguish and firecracker
Let it be just like that, we're mom's ñapi

Buenos Aires is sinking at Perón dot com
Stallion from the balcony, asthma of freedom
Divided forever from the classroom to the bar
But something brought us together, it was mom's ñapi
Don't think

Championship of songs with pretty choruses
The revenge of the Incas splashes even Morón
A strange mix of anguish and firecracker
Let it be just like that, we're mom's ñapi
Don't think
Don't think