Chamuyaban, Nos Decían
Chamuyaban, nos decían
Que nos iban a correr
Esa manga, de cobardes
Los putos del EX-skey
Los corrimos, en el charrúa
Urquiza maratón
Manden flores para el gordo washi, que está en el cajón
They Were Talking, They Told Us
They were talking, they told us
That they were gonna kick us out
That bunch of cowards
Those assholes from EX-skey
We chased them down, in the charrúa
Urquiza marathon
Send flowers for the big guy Washi, who's in the coffin