Alcolito

Little Alcohol

Alcolito

Little Alcohol moves from table to table,Alcolito va de mesa en mesa,
spreading his liquor,anda prodigando su licor,
liquor of laughter and joy,licor de carcajadas y de risas,
liquor in waterfalls of pain,licor en cataratas de dolor,
pain renewed in every glassdolor renovado en cada copa
and another glass filled with liquor.y otra copa colmada de licor.
That drugged voice,Esa voz narcotizada,
that crazy laugh of champagne,esa risa loca de champán,
that paranoid gazeesa mirada paranoica
trapped in this den of sin.atrapada en este lupanar.
The forbidden ritual that’s dyingEl rito prohibido que agoniza
with the last glass of liquor.con la última copa de licor.
One, two, three parading...Un, dos, tres desfilando...
one, two, three procession...un, dos, tres procesión...
one, two, three paranoia...un, dos, tres paranoia...
and Little Alcohol serves another glass of liquor.y Alcolito sirve otra copa de licor.
With every drink a smile,En cada trago una sonrisa,
in every glass a betrayal.en cada copa una traición.
Little Alcohol moves from table to tableAlcolito de va de mesa en mesa
intoxicating everyone around,embriagando a todo el personal,
the forbidden ritual that’s dyingel rito prohibido que agoniza
with the last glass of liquor.con la última copa de licor.
One, two, three parading...Un, dos, tres desfilando...
one, two, three procession...un, dos, tres procesión...
one, two, three paranoia...un, dos, tres paranoia...
and Little Alcohol serves another glass of liquor.y Alcolito sirve otra copa de licor.