El Árbol Del Gran Bonete

His blacksmith knife sharpened
The lord in the skies
(Look what this bug achieved
By trusting in his dreams)

I'm a wild card joker
In the southern star

Shaken from the tree it fell
A very rare sweet fruit
I stumbled upon my ganglia
And saw that biting it was expensive

I'm a wild card joker
In the southern star

Ask for whatever you want, sir
The limit is the sky, sir
Of a new God, better made
And under our thumb

Will I dive again, sir
Into this crazy cold?
Do you have any light for me
In this eternal night?

I'm fed up with the show
In the southern star