Como pollo sin cabeza
Fito & Fitipaldis
Like a headless chicken
In a shack far from the asphalt
lives a very strange man for a long time,
he is extravagant and smells of butane.
If someone despises him, he shakes their hand.
He won't talk to you for more than half an hour
there are always many people when he's not alone.
They say the demon of bad luck
one day grabbed him very tightly with its claws.
He has dark hair, clear eyes
and black teeth from chewing tobacco.
His right hand full of rings
holds balance in a glass in his left hand.
Some take this life as a joke
and some commit suicide with rubber bullets.
There's no need to spend time thinking about what's lost
or crying crocodile tears.
If memories hurt him,
he heals them with gin.
He wants to bury time
inside an hourglass.
Since he never gets sleepy,
he spends the whole night
with his old telescope
that brings him closer to the stars.
If memories hurt him,
he heals them with gin.
He wants to bury time
inside an hourglass.
Since he never gets sleepy,
he spends the whole night
with his old telescope
that brings him closer to the stars.
If memories hurt him,
he heals them with gin.
He wants to bury time
inside an hourglass.
Since he never gets sleepy,
he spends the whole night
with his old telescope
that brings him closer to the stars.
If memories hurt him,
he heals them with gin.
He wants to bury time
inside an hourglass...
...with his old telescope
that brings him closer to the stars,
...with his old telescope
that brings him closer to the stars.
