A Comparsa Reventada

The Exploded Parade

Look how beautiful the exploded parade is,
To you who didn't believe in anything,
Match the most beautiful moments for me
Because the future is horrifying,
So I laugh at this joke that is a game
And they tell another one 'about Spaniards',
Because among whistles and rattles
The maracas disguise themselves as bullfighters

Since they can't be the queen of the party
They are the orchestra's whore,
And while they cry collections of failures
They mix anger with weed,
Corrected makeup,
God put me in this punishment party,
In the artificial aim of their nipples
They dance only to their songs

I have a thug who eats from my hand
Like caramel skin on the stick

I have a princess banished from royalty
Who moves to my head in two sips

I have an old friend who tells me convinced
'Traitors reveal themselves by listening'

I have a song without a chorus
That was born in a tenement
Of American insomnia.

The salt to taste, the winning recipe
Is not in the calculator,
And the leaks in the skin of anxiety
Flood the security
It's not too late to stir from the ashes
And pray to Saint Dick,
If it is clear beforehand
Who gives and who takes away

Since they can't resign from the character
They survive on blackmail,
The autumn of the dick is the novel
We read in school,
Now so many encrypted and humorless verses seem strange to you
It's because the suitcases weigh
Turning around like a fool everywhere

I have a condom that shits on my help,
Who will fuck you when you have no ass?

I have a stupid woman who sleeps with trash
To cash in my past in her future

I have an old friend who tells me convinced
'Each one has the pussy they deserve'

I have a song without a chorus
That was born in a tenement
And that everyone appreciates

I have a backpack with the bomb of Hiroshima
But I never had a god to sacrifice myself

Violins destroyed, post-war melodies
And the blossomed verses of disaster

I have an old friend who tells me convinced
That expensive prostitutes give themselves away

I have a song without a chorus
That was born in a tenement
The parade,
The exploded parade.