Con El Alma Borracha
Real de Catorce
With a Drunk Soul
With a soul drunk on beer with a gray lip
Bitten by smoke, looking for a hotel
Falling from use and there
I'll be
Going up burlesque catwalks rubbing
My pelvis in your anger pay me a
Dream in a luxury brothel and there
I'll be
Nice to meet you and avoid you two light a
Bonfire to the world two wage the final war two are
The judge and the executioner two are naive and criminal and
Criminal and criminal have my knife not
Less than suicide
Sleeping voluntarily in permanence selling
Philosophy in a billiard hall if they offer a reward
For my life there I'll be
They taught me to be seasoned and be
Punctual I have stood up three death appointments
Struck by a touch must be or blessed by the
Soul of a mariachi...
Nice to meet you and avoid you two light a
Bonfire to the world two wage the final war two are
The judge and the executioner two are naive and criminal and
Criminal and criminal have my knife not
Less than suicide.
