Nave P.V.C.
El universo para él no tiene enigmas
Ya lo conoce al derecho y al revés
El sol, la luna, los planetas, las estrellas
Ha visitado con su nave PVC
Las dimensiones de su nave son geométricas
Y el mundo químico se pone a recorrer
Entre alucines y descargas psicoelectricas
En viajes locos que los llama de placer
En cualquier lado a la luz de un triste foco
Con una estopa se remoja el porvenir
Los que lo miran le han gritado pobre loco
Y él bien viajado sólo se pone a reír
Pues en su nave con su mona de piloto
Vuela hasta venus y regresa de volón
Habla en marciano se revienta poco a poco
Pues su neurona le ha importado un polvorón
Su mundo químico las leyes comerciaba
Tiró por viaje se lo llevan a encerrar
Le vale madre que la gente le gritara
Que él es basura de un sexenio sin moral
El universo para él no tiene enigmas
Vuela en su nave de estructura cerebral
Sacado de onda por bajones y subidas
En algún bote su neurona va a dejar
Una galaxia de temores en su mente
Lo hace escapar de su triste realidad
Rola en su nave PVC como un demente
Moja su mona y otra vez se va a viajar
Un día me dijo: Valedor me siento solo
Ven hazme un paro, necesito platicar
De mi cantón hoy me corrieron por ser vago
Tal vez me ayudes, me quiero regenerar
Después sentados a la luz de un triste foco
Sacó una mona y comenzó a alucinar
Me habló en marciano, me contó de todo un poco
Llenó su tanque y otra vez se fue a viajar
PVC Ship
The universe holds no mysteries for him
He knows it inside out
The sun, the moon, the planets, the stars
He’s visited them in his PVC ship
The dimensions of his ship are geometric
And the chemical world he starts to explore
Between hallucinations and psychoelectric shocks
On crazy trips that he calls pleasure
Anywhere under the light of a sad bulb
With a rag, he soaks his future
Those who watch him shout, "Poor crazy guy!"
And he, well-traveled, just laughs it off
In his ship with his monkey as the pilot
He flies to Venus and zooms back in a flash
He speaks Martian, slowly losing his mind
'Cause his neurons don’t give a damn about a crumb
His chemical world traded in the laws
He got taken away for a trip to lock him up
He doesn’t care that people shout at him
That he’s trash from a morally bankrupt term
The universe holds no mysteries for him
He flies in his brain-structured ship
Out of sync from highs and lows
In some boat, his neurons will be left behind
A galaxy of fears in his mind
Makes him escape from his sad reality
He rolls in his PVC ship like a madman
Soaking his monkey and off he goes to travel again
One day he said to me: "Dude, I feel so alone
Come on, help me out, I need to talk
I got kicked out of my place for being a bum
Maybe you can help me, I want to turn my life around"
Later, sitting under the light of a sad bulb
He pulled out a joint and started to trip
He spoke to me in Martian, told me a bit of everything
Filled his tank and off he went to travel again