Vino Blanco
Le leyenda cunta que el dios Baco lo llevó
una noche en tempestad y que nunca más volvió.
En su reino lo midió contra un minotauro vil.
Si vencía prometió lo dejaría ir.
Dioses del mostagán, este pacto no es leal,
Dioses del mostagán, un mal trato es.
Y en su vino blanco lo ve a Dionisio bajar,
Y se su vino blanco lo reta a baco a escabiar.
Draconiano fue el doctor al salir del hospital.
Una abstemia le ordenó de vinasi y alquitrán.
Oye etílico mortal, sólo quiero ver tu luz.
No me importa la moral, sí me importa tu salud.
Dioses del mostagán, este pacto no es leal,
Dioses del mostagán, este pacto no es leal.
Sólo ha de escuchar su corazón de tetrabrick.
No puede zafar, se golpea al fin.
Y en su vino...
Y está todo mal, ya no sangres más, dale un fin.
White Wine
The legend tells that the god Bacchus took him
one stormy night and never returned.
In his kingdom, he measured him against a vile minotaur.
If he won, he promised to let him go.
Gods of the grape, this pact is not fair,
Gods of the grape, a bad deal it is.
And in his white wine, he sees Dionysus descend,
And in his white wine, he challenges Bacchus to drink.
Draconian was the doctor when leaving the hospital.
He ordered abstinence from wine and tar.
Hear me, mortal drunkard, I just want to see your light.
I don't care about morals, I care about your health.
Gods of the grape, this pact is not fair,
Gods of the grape, this pact is not fair.
He must only listen to his tetra brick heart.
He can't escape, he hits rock bottom.
And in his wine...
And everything is wrong, don't bleed anymore, give it an end.