Cosas Raras

little to say/ words are unnecessary/ they left us without a country/ without anything/ to share/ not even crumbs remain/ they took even God/ to the Cayman Islands/ to top it off a month ago/ staff reduction/ we no longer need you, sir/ due to costs and restructuring/ I breathe fictions to not die choked in this depression/ I create songs/ like someone creates an anxiolytic, a sedative/ hold on to me/ if you have no back left/ I won't let you fall like this/ let's get out of here/ let's go to your square/ I want to see you against the sun/ happy, smoking strange things/ what have they done to you, country, that makes you want to cry?/ they took the sun from the flag, the illusion, the cockade/ there was a country here/ look at what remains today/ we are left without sea, without south, without sky, without currency, without subsoil/ I wonder, country/ where will we end up?/ Valderrama has already gone out/ the last one, close everything/.