Juguete Rabioso
Veterano del insomnio
Soy un viejo prematuro
Se me cansan las palabras
No es una forma de hablar
Tengo una viola italiana
Cuando hay hambre no hay pan duro
El Mario me la endereza
Pero se vuelve a doblar
Para garpar el casorio
Y el anillo vendí el coche
Inocente adolescente
Rematé mi libertad
Soy un yonqui de la tele
Sin volumen a la noche
Como pa no molestarla
Aunque ella ya no está
Loca, no me exilies de tu boca
Por la culpa que te toca
Mencioname una vez más
Típico de mí que vivo en pena
Se me da una mano buena
Y la tengo que arruinar
Vos te esmeraste conmigo
A mi vieja le dijiste que me ibas a domar
Mi revolución era apariencia
Me perdiste la paciencia cuando estaba por flaquear
Fui tu juguete rabioso
Fui tu mito encadenado
Me tomaste de amuleto
Un flaco para tu cruz
Me amigué con tu retrato
Cuántas veces lo he besado
Y lo abrazo preocupado
Cuando se corta la luz
En mi guitarra atorranta
Hay un tango agazapado
Percanta que me amuraste
No te puedo ni cantar
No me sale más lirismo
Tengo un verso atragantado
Donde te mando a la mierda
Después vuelvo a suplicar
Rabid Toy
Insomnia veteran
I'm a premature old man
Words tire me
It's not just a way of speaking
I have an Italian guitar
When there's hunger, there's no hard bread
Mario straightens it for me
But it bends again
To pay for the wedding
And the ring, I sold the car
Innocent teenager
I auctioned off my freedom
I'm a TV junkie
Without volume at night
So as not to bother her
Even though she's not here
Crazy, don't exile me from your mouth
Because of the guilt that touches you
Mention me once more
Typical of me who lives in sorrow
I get a good hand
And I have to ruin it
You tried hard with me
You told my mom you were going to tame me
My revolution was appearance
You lost patience with me when I was about to falter
I was your rabid toy
I was your chained myth
You took me as an amulet
A weakling for your cross
I made friends with your portrait
How many times I've kissed it
And I hug it worried
When the light goes out
In my rogue guitar
There's a hidden tango
Woman who tied me up
I can't even sing to you
I can't come up with more lyricism
I have a choked verse
Where I tell you to go to hell
Then I beg again