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