Resumen Porteño

Ricky is ready
Out of his mind
And on top of that, he ended up in the Navy (937)

And to break free
He just pops pills
He won't touch a book
And he won't let anyone tell him anything

And Ricky is leaving
Alone, without a word, but he's leaving
A fresh pair of batteries for his Walkman
And a bus ticket to Rio
And a cassette of days, and days, and days

Águeda dances
She dances and falls
But she never gets any thinner

The psychoanalysts
Are using her
And they say there's no way out
Could it be because of her greenish cheek?

And this always happens
No one will feel her sorrow
She's only happy at concerts
And she always gets taken away
Like an angel

And in the inflationary hell
And among the world leaders
Maybe your heart will open

Cacho is dead
Dead from laughter
And he feels nothing anymore

He goes out with his fishing rod
And his radio
And sets up at dawn
I don't know if he's bound to lose his mind

Or if he'll stay like this
Even if the horizon dissolves
But the truth is, it's unsettling
To see white fish on a nylon line
When it’s still so early

Usually, at this hour, only bodies float