Gatos Celestes

At the club's entrance
Two roosters fight
And a thief who is ready, eyes a purse
A well-dressed gentleman, very formal and willing
Requests a service of those that don't pay taxes
To a lady, with distracted morals
And on the opposite sidewalk two policemen
Disguised as undercover, or that's what they interpret watching the pack

And the Moon toasting for them, the most beautiful bottles
And the night full of everything in the cars, revving, burning rubber
And in the neighborhood more shots than in a spaghetti western
And the fastest cats are celestial

And at the bar corner, there are two tough guys
Who only pay for one out of every five drinks
And their friend, the waitress addicted to anesthesia
Often pays in flesh what they give her in spice
And a gypsy taken into custody
Desperately shouts they've made a mistake
Officer, I'm innocent
The one you're looking for has a line on the other side

And the Moon toasting for them, the most beautiful bottles
And the night full of everything in the cars, revving, burning rubber
And in the neighborhood more shots than in a spaghetti western
And the fastest cats are celestial

And the rooftops full of celestial cats
Some run from themselves and others run from people
Because nobody understands them

God brings them and they gather in the alleys
To tell each other life and love battles
Painting their stories with imaginations

And the Moon toasting for them, the most beautiful bottles
And the night full of everything in the cars, revving, burning rubber
And in the neighborhood more shots than in a spaghetti western
And the fastest cats are celestial