Quien Baja La Pala?
Creés que te entierra quien baja la pala
mi amor no me dejes esperando tus besos.
Me sirve el sol y la lluvia en el cuerpo
quizás las horas amargas me dejen.
Preciosa no sé dónde puedo llevarte
venimos del polvo y al polvo volvemos.
Mordé esa mano que ahoga tu dicha
safá ante esas miradas ortivas.
la careta pesa...
yo me tiro nena...
el mundo no espera... no!
Cuidá que ese ocio no se haga costumbre
salud, nunca digas el tiempo me basta.
Who Lowers the Shovel?
You think the one who lowers the shovel buries you
my love, don't leave me waiting for your kisses.
The sun and the rain serve me well on my body
perhaps the bitter hours will leave me.
Precious, I don't know where I can take you
dust to dust, that's where we come from.
Bite the hand that suffocates your happiness
break free from those snobby looks.
The mask weighs heavy...
I'm diving in, baby...
the world doesn't wait... no!
Make sure that idleness doesn't become a habit
cheers, never say time is enough for me.