Espíritu Y Consumo

I kiss a woman and she gives me a divine code
She gives me the vitamin and ethanol that gets me drunk.
I kiss a woman and practicing hymen
I have air conditioning, promises on video.
Too many tasks to have a servant.
Home delivery of hot water.

I kiss a woman and she gives me a sound code
We dance 'please don't go' at the Commodore's disco.
And she always rewards me when we make love
With Hawaiian pizza from 5th and 42.
I kiss a woman and she takes me to the marina in her car.

And I love her, I know what I'm talking about.
I have a pact with God and the devil.
And I don't torture my vital signs
With intellectual jerking off.
And I love her, I know what I'm saying.
In hand-to-hand combat, I have no enemies.
Against spirit and consumption
I throw smoke screens.

I kiss a woman and she gives me her credentials
And I live pedaling the hills of Santo Suarez.
And as I carry water buckets, I remember
That plumber's house toilets don't work,
That I don't see her well without having lunch,
That the wind only blows and I'm already screwed.

I kiss a woman and she gives me the password
And we watch the Brazilian soap opera in black and white.
We distill alcohol in an improvised still
And Silvio is not understood on that mistreated radio.
I kiss a woman and she takes me to the little beach on her bike.