Salando Las Heridas
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
Salting the Wounds
You've already gone out a thousand times
From the track to breathing
To recruit, well made up
And hiding your mole
One day the boat capsized
And the prize went down the drain
Everyone thought you were dead
And you there in my trailer
Without light, like a stowaway
Look at that thick guy
Submissive as another stew
A bum of a thousand caravans
About to be left on foot
By melting lead you achieve
Jets of dirty gold
In the most naked kisses
But the coffee with your luck
It gets cold on my cold table
We aim for your nose
We sink your cheekbones
And you shone
You had no sleep left to avenge
And you no longer expect fair play
Anymore
Salting the wounds
You screwed up everyone and more
To the moon's fools
And porno-nazi looking chicks
One day the boat capsized
And the prize went down the drain
Everyone thought you were dead
And you there in my trailer
Without light, like a stowaway
Your tongue is melting
In today's rage fashions
When you get sick so badly
You close the ranks of pain
By melting lead you achieve
Jets of dirty gold
In the most naked kisses
But the coffee with your luck
It gets cold on my cold table
We aim for your nose
We sink your cheekbones
And you shone
You had no sleep left to avenge
And you no longer expect fair play
Anymore
