a seco
Tó Brandileone
dried
We went to play in the depths, starving, and all we had was water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
All the best things in life, but for the guitarist, only water
We went to play in the depths, starving, and all we had was water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
All the best things in life, but for the guitarist, only water
For distinguished guests, lobster
Lots of oysters and shrimp, salmon steak
Wreckfish and ricotta toast, tenderloin with oat crust
For those who like squid, octopus, veal
And sturgeon roe, there was pheasant
We were in the tap water without even ossobuco in the mocotó
We went to play in the depths, starving and there was only water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
All the best, for the guitarist only water and nothing else
We went to play in the depths, starving and there was only water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
All the best, for the guitarist only water and nothing else
For the other bands, there was lavender water
And a mini-bar in the dressing room, bread with sesame seeds
Gouda and gorgonzola cheese, Guaraná and Coca-Cola
There was twelve-year-old Scotch, beer, Campari, Cinzano
Rum, tequila and gin, there were peanuts
For us, tap water, not even a sip of booze
