La Nave de PVC
El universo para el no tiene enigma
Lo ha conocido al derecho y al revés
Sus viajes locos eran pura fantasía
Su combustible era el activo todo el mes
Una galaxia de temores en su mente
Lo hacía escaparse de su triste realidad
Había meteoros que golpeaban su inconciente
Pero a su nave nunca quizo abandonar
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 recuperar
Y ahí sentado a la luz de un triste foco
Sacó su mona y comenzó a alucinar
Me habló en marciano y me contó de todo un poco
Llenó su tanque y otra vez se fue a viajar
Le decían loco las gentes que lo miraban
Era basura de un sexenio sin moral
Su mundo quimico las leyes comerciaba
Tiro por viaje lo llevaban a encerrar
El universo para él no tiene engima
Vuela en su nave de estructura cerebral
Obsesionado por bajones y subidas
Y en algún bote su neurona va a dejar
Un día me dijo valedor me siento solo
Ven hazme un paro necesito platicar
De mi cantón hoy me corriero por ser vago
Tal vez me ayudes me quiero regenerar
Y ahí sentado a la luz de un triste foco
Sacó su mona y comenzó a alucinar
Me habló en marciano y me contó de todo un poco
Llenó su tanque y otra vez se fue a viajar
The PVC Ship
The universe has no mystery for him
He has known it inside out
His crazy trips were pure fantasy
His fuel was the active all month long
A galaxy of fears in his mind
Made him escape from his sad reality
There were meteors hitting his unconscious
But he never wanted to abandon his ship
One day he told me: 'Bro, I feel lonely'
Come on, help me out, I need to talk
Today they kicked me out of my neighborhood for being lazy
Maybe you can help me, I want to recover
And there sitting in the light of a sad spotlight
He took out his pipe and started to hallucinate
He spoke to me in Martian and told me a little bit of everything
He filled his tank and once again went off to travel
People called him crazy as they looked at him
He was the trash of a six-year term without morals
His chemical world traded laws
They took him away for a trip to lock him up
The universe has no mystery for him
He flies in his ship of cerebral structure
Obsessed with ups and downs
And at some point his neuron will leave
One day he told me, 'Bro, I feel lonely'
Come on, help me out, I need to talk
Today they kicked me out of my neighborhood for being lazy
Maybe you can help me, I want to regenerate
And there sitting in the light of a sad spotlight
He took out his pipe and started to hallucinate
He spoke to me in Martian and told me a little bit of everything
He filled his tank and once again went off to travel