Angel de Los Perdedores (part. Indio Solari y El Soldado)

Tightening up the package
You downed that drink
You ran out to the street
Calling your name

Damn, how ugly it was
Without the daisy
The sirens are wailing
And I'm without holy water

The night shatters your glass
Selling illusions
Leaving you scraps of dreams
In the corners
But, babe, your laughter is the magic of rock and roll
Tattooed, I carry the mark of your stings

You healed all your wounds
With rotten water
You lied to the devil three times
Selling him flowers
And you carried away, on a stretcher, the angel of the losers

You hid all your memories
In a hideout
Swearing you'd never tell
A single lie
But you come from those alleys
That mix up the booze
Where only the worst
Are crowned

You healed all your wounds
With rotten water
You lied to the devil three times
Selling him flowers
And you carried away, on a stretcher, the angel of the losers
And you carried away, on a stretcher, the angel of the losers