Tsunami
Sospecho que esta vez me toca a mi
Pagar toda la puta fiesta,
Un gato me cruzo,negro y puntual
Y no lo pude esquivar.
No puede servirme en nada
Ganar todo el mundo asi...
Si pierdo mi alma nada va a estar bien...
Hay mas bla-bla y mas glu-glu...
Quieren al picho y no sus pulgas
Mmm! creo que esta vez
El huevo esta bastante mas salado,amigos.
Gordita de pinamar
(nunca acaba de llegar)
Esteticos herpes y culitos on-line.
Otra vez esa sandia echandole la culpa al empedrado
(no queres ponerle tu balazo).
Se va a la ola a beber...y chau!
Va a la ola a joder... y chau
Hay mucho beat y mucho soul barato y bossanova ponja.
Hay quemazon,asi,de chicharron
Con festejo de cien maltas.
Putitas de la cocoa y turco de especial.
Yiritos de tiendas progres,sin amor...
Toda esa caca te paspa mal!
Tsunami
I suspect that this time it's my turn
To pay for the whole damn party,
A black cat crossed my path, dark and punctual
And I couldn't dodge it.
It can't serve me in any way
To win the whole world like this...
If I lose my soul, nothing will be right...
There's more blah-blah and more glug-glug...
They want the prize and not their fleas
Mmm! I think this time
The egg is quite saltier, friends.
Chubby girl from Pinamar
(never seems to arrive)
Aesthetic herpes and online little butts.
Once again that watermelon blaming the pavement
(you don't want to put your shot in it).
It goes to the wave to drink... and bye!
It goes to the wave to mess around... and bye
There's a lot of beat and a lot of cheap soul and Japanese bossa nova.
There's a burning, like pork crackling
With a celebration of a hundred maltas.
Cocoa sluts and special Turkish.
Whispers from progressive stores, without love...
All that crap makes you sick!
Escrita por: Indio Solari