El Balneario de Los Doctores Crotos

Aia ia io I paid io
Aia ia io I paid
The tramp went confidently to the beach
Where no one bathes, you know
Dear health, dear eminence
The difference is in the jackel.
The life of this crooked man is known
His name is iseka and he ignores the law
He was compensated with some beans
He went crazy and says he is baley.
Aia...
(in this house everyone is crazy)
Some say he was a teacher
Others claim he was a doctor
There was no money for his genius
The cretins privatized.
Now sometimes the cops lock him up
And listen to the fight of the champion balloon
The professor and goalkeeper iseka
Dries his forehead and resigns to the pain.
Give your red eyes so they can dance
So the big heart can always dance...
So the big heart can always dance...
So the big heart can always dance...
So the big heart can always dance...
The sun crowns the beach with a golden crown of thorns
The rusty beach at dawn
Look, the crooked ones smoke broken joints
They laugh and also drink mate
Sometimes they shout, spit, curse,
Complain, hit each other, stop messing around
Then they have some wine on the sand
They sleep without sorrow until dawn.
The crooked man is not the owner of the wine he drinks,
Of the gasoline that takes him, nor of the truck, nor of the train,
Nor of the cigarette he smokes, nor of the lamp that hangs from him,
Nor of the gas, nor of the water, nor of the kerosene,
Nor the chickens, the cows, the land, the cans,
Nor of the planes he sees,
The roads he travels, phones he ignores,
Nor the voices on the radio, nor yesterday's news.