Paquito

Not far from Buenos Aires
In a modest home
There are souls crying
Because Paquito the youngest
Contracted that terrible disease
Jesus... How to get out of this?
Wasn't it just a thing for queers and addicts?
... His Father shouts
And wonders where they could have failed
That night no one spoke at dinner
Paco is in a bad mood that condemns
Because some are so well
And others are so bad

Poor Paquito!
Your worst sentence is people
It's not your fault
Poor Paquito!
They crucified you...

During the day he clenches his teeth
At night in his room he cries alone
Miracles of science may shine again.

And I don't understand how they say everything is fine,
if we walk the paths of Babylon,
I will think of everything that can lift me up
Rebel Spirit don't leave me again,
May God bless the Poor and the sick
It's time to Lose,
May the defeat not hurt you...