Mi Caramel Machiato

I am 'the monsieur', a hero in Berisso
I am the swami who never shits
I am the terrible 'farts of Zorro'
And yet I always cause addiction

There is a lot of goosebumps by my side
And a lot of joint and cognac

Deborah Vip, my faithful lover
Carries sangria in styrofoam thermoses
No one can buy her with money
She only collects with favors

I left her at a rave in Astrolandia
(She doesn't want to give me another chance)

That's how my love goes, doormat of my soul
(When it comes to a ham cutter, it's wrong!)
In a trance in the Cathedral of La Plata
And... strange thing!... I come from a beating

She crushed me badly, like a puppet
And bubbling my cream escaped
I bought a patero from the coast
There... on Isla Paulino, sweet
Now that it rains and it's very cold...
I go murmuring - 'it's okay, you win...'

I'm a little snake that wanted a miracle
And on that day they made her a cane!...
All the blood left my body
I am a quiet ghost...