Yo, caníbal
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
I, cannibal
The menu is not understood
But the sauce abounds
I'm a gourmet that smells eternally bad
Old compotes that give no respite
To the cannibal in me
Which is not welcome at a banquet like this
Fortunes are amassed, pockets are loaded
Of dry prey, of fake gold of vermouth
They bite my brain
Drinking the juice of my heart
And they tell me stories when I go to sleep
To a lamb of my style
To a cannibal of my style
I'm going to the Colosseum to set myself on fire
My rookie streak will never change
Please! May the goodbye not last long
I got tired of waiting so much
When the fire grows I want to be there
A lamb of my style
To a cannibal of my style
A lamb of my style
To a cannibal of my style
