A Fuesa Unibersal

There was a damn bastard
for messing with people,
under the table the world
with no more shroud than skin.
A crazy rule
threw all dreams away
he won't have a sacred place
a step among our dead.
Their fears take root
at the bottom of a stretcher
the blood of their veins
runs through streams.
Lola Plebeian and Lolo Zephyr
wanted to cry in the fire,
the decaying body
without a speck of earth.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
Country hunters
with disgust count news
because the children of the world
eat meat with AIDS.
God's revenge is coming
great health alarm
thousands of positives
coming to light.
Tripe for the woman
with cakes and pâtés,
but the guard has been caught
with whores in Martillué.
It's not a death of nonsense
that gave us a firm lesson
to have more respect
and to fuck everyone with a condom.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
So they say with disgust
the hunters of rays,
balls like the recent one
that everyone believed.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.
AIDS no longer stamps
neither the whore nor the priest,
nor hippies nor mountain people,
not even you or anyone.