Arroz Con Ajo

I can't tell night from day
Working as a construction worker
Building townhouses in the air
Someone speculates with my developable space
And I wonder...

I look for a way to make a living but can't find it
Asking in bars who's lost, it's me
I see bugs, everything I tell is made up
And I forget with sips of moonshine
That bug-eyed look.

But I will thrive and forget my IDs in the bathrooms
I'll invite you to national whiskey with rolled up bills
I'll take you
To visit the most exclusive vacant lots
On the wings of the sixteen valves of my compact car
Let's go!

Are my sorrows
Of rice with garlic
My constipated dreams, my worries
Are of rice with garlic
By my side, the miracle happens
While I dive to the bottom to earn a few bucks
Someone multiplies fish without getting their ass wet.