Avanti Morocha
Nos empezamos de golpe
Nos saboreamos de prepo
Como salidos de un cuento de amor
Vos venías de un viaje de mochilas cansadas
Yo pateaba verano sin Sol
Y en el escolazo de los besos
Cantamos bingo, y así andamos
Sin nada de mapas ni de candados
Arriba morocha, que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta un ramo de sueños
Avanti morocha, no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos la siguen remando
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos
Nunca dejo que un ángel haga un nido en mi almohada
Pero me acuerdo tarde, mi amor
Hoy me siento a la sombra de tus piernas dormidas
Y le converso a mi insomio de vos
Y como los fantasmas del recuerdo
Salen de Noche un patotearte
Vos andás descalza y en puntas de pie
Arriba morocha, que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta un ramo de sueños
Avanti morocha, no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos la siguen remando
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos
Es tan fácil perderse en las calles del miedo
No me sueltes la mano, mi amor
Mi casa es un desastre sin tu risa
No me dejaste ni las migas
La cara de perro estoy extrañandote
Arriba morocha, que nadie está muerto
Vamos a punguearle a esta vida amarreta un ramo de sueños
Avanti morocha, no nos llueve tanto
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos la siguen remando
No tires la toalla que hasta los más mancos
Arriba morocha, Avanti morocha. Arriba morocha, Avanti morocha
Go Ahead, Dark-Haired Girl
We started suddenly
We savored ourselves forcibly
Like something out of a love story
You came back from a trip with tired backpacks
I was kicking summer without sun
And in the kissing zone
We sing bingo, and that's how we go
Without any maps or locks
Come on, brunette, nobody is dead
Let's give this tight-knit life a bunch of dreams
Avanti morocha, it doesn't rain so much on us
Don't throw in the towel, even the most handicapped keep rowing
Don't throw in the towel, even the most crippled
I never let an angel make a nest on my pillow
But I remember late, my love
Today I sit in the shadow of your sleeping legs
And I talk to my insomnia about you
And like the ghosts of memory
They come out at night a gang
You walk barefoot and on tiptoe
Come on, brunette, nobody is dead
Let's give this tight-knit life a bunch of dreams
Avanti morocha, it doesn't rain so much on us
Don't throw in the towel, even the most handicapped keep rowing
Don't throw in the towel, even the most crippled
It's so easy to get lost in the streets of fear
Don't let go of my hand, my love
My house is a mess without your laughter
You didn't even leave me the crumbs
Dog Face I'm Missing You
Come on, brunette, nobody is dead
Let's give this tight-knit life a bunch of dreams
Avanti morocha, it doesn't rain so much on us
Don't throw in the towel, even the most handicapped keep rowing
Don't throw in the towel, even the most crippled
Up brunette, Avanti brunette. Up brunette, Avanti brunette