El Muerto Giménez

I'll see what I can do
With that guy who looks like me
Ah! It's not you, thank goodness
No one lives in you less than you

There, I got it
He thinks being cool is radical

Gimenez, is it you?
And the little dead one is him?
But he knows you and lives you perfectly

He goes through old paths
Or through dead trails
What do you mean?
The paths never go wrong
It's the travelers who misorient

Aha, there it is, aha, I got it
He has a braille tattoo under his armpit
He doesn't show it to anyone and wants to erase it
It's late, maybe the milk has soured
The oil went rancid from waiting so long

Smoking and yawning with the baby Muñoz
And the Tano carousel man who went to cash the check
There are no more checks
There is nothing left to cash

I'll see what I can do
With the little dead one who signs up for me
Revenge, no, vengeance, no
You give consent by keeping silent

What am I going to do with the little dead one
Who cashed in a grand that was meant for me
And you're always standing there
Where things get too complicated