Magoya
Hay un coso que nunca da la cara
Dios berreta que está en ninguna parte
Comodín que inventás para quejarte
Cada vez que te venden un buzón
Andá, contásela a Magoya
La de comboys que nadie te creyó
Discurso de milico o cheque volador
Estamos hasta aquí de cuentos chinos
Andá, cobrásela a Magoya
Que pagariola tu desilusión
Y el cuento de que Dios es argentino
Andá corriendo, contaseló
Hay un nadie que es víctima de todos
Y es anónimo rey de la macana
Berretín que inventás de mala gana
Cuando ves tanto crimen sin autor
Andá, contásela a Magoya
La de comboys que nadie te creyó
Discurso de milico o cheque volador
Estamos hasta aquí de cuentos chinos
Andá, cobrásela a Magoya
Que pagariola tu desilusión
Y el cuento de que Dios es argentino
Andá corriendo, contaseló
Magoya
There's a thing that never shows its face
A cheap God that is nowhere
A wild card you make up to complain
Every time they sell you a lie
Go on, tell it to Magoya
The cowboy stories no one believed
Military speech or flying check
We've had enough of Chinese whispers
Go on, charge it to Magoya
Make him pay for your disappointment
And the tale that God is Argentine
Go running, tell it
There's a nobody who's everyone's victim
And an anonymous king of nonsense
Whim you reluctantly come up with
When you see so much crime without a culprit
Go on, tell it to Magoya
The cowboy stories no one believed
Military speech or flying check
We've had enough of Chinese whispers
Go on, charge it to Magoya
Make him pay for your disappointment
And the tale that God is Argentine
Go running, tell it