Las Tres Cosas de La Vida
Poder, angustia y torta fritas; putas, reviente y soledad
mierda, dinero y tosecita; fama, poronga y cha cha cha.
Suerte, trabajo y trasplantado; genio, cagón y tartamudo
esposa, casita y aburrido; descartable, bonito y pelotudo.
Tenés que elegir, mi amor, todo no se puede tener, si te cogen no te pagan, si te pagan ya sos puta, si sos puta te difaman y enseguida te disfrutan, y te ponen como ejemplo cuando hablan de chupadas, cuando alguno dice gato o cuando hablan de ponerlo.
Elegante, pijudo y descosido; sodero, familiero y cagador
exitoso, culo roto y buen amigo; maloliente, independiente y vividor.
Inmortal, impotente y pesimista; traga sable, pinchado y ganador
rengo, inteligente y peronista; maricotas, discreto y rock and rol.
Tenés que elegir, mi amor todo no se puede tener, si no te clavás un vino o no te fumás un chino, no estás ni desinhibido, ni gracioso, ni encendido, si embargo al otro día te cagaste la barriga, la cabeza y la comida te hace vomitar la vida.
Madrugador, poderoso y vende patria; verga floja, musculito y celular
manda parte, pedante y oligarca; pelo largo, ropa linda, y siempre mal.
Pelado, choto y papa frita; ansioso, merquero y pijaflor
uruguayo, verdulero y mentalista; divertido, pervertido y bufarrón.
Tenés que elegir, mi amor, todo no se puede tener, si tenés una muñeca que te besa y te cocina, olvidate de otras tetas, de otros culos, de otras minas, de tus planes de soltero que en verdad nunca ocurrieron, aunque vivas prisionero de creerte la mentira.
Alcohólico, simpático y gerente; cabezón, conocido y mal cogido
pegador, analfabeto y buena suerte; estudioso, coge nunca y mal nacido.
Patotero, rompe huevo y linda novia; rellenito, intelectual y marcapaso
religioso, poderoso y claustrofobia; pobre tipo, muy feliz, y sin un brazo.
Tenés que elegir, mi amor, todo no se puede tener, si te gusta la fiestita, te hace falta algo de guita, se consigue laburando, ya te veo madrugando, bostezando doce y media, y las trolas ni llegaron, te vas a dormir temprano, te pajeás, te bañás y mañana te contamos.
Boludón, sabelotodo y fan de Varsky; reventado, interesante y secretito
desprendido, millonario y súper nazi; bien cañero, dominado, y bañadito.
Voluntarioso, sin talento y convencido; coge reinas, chupa pija y linda letra
desdichado, con salud y buenos vinos; gordo puto, premio Nóbel y con tetas.
Tenés que elegir, mi amor, todo no se puede tener, si te perfilás de artista y soñás con la vitrola estudiá algo por las dudas que la vocación se joda, que está lleno de boludas recibidas de señoras, con el título en la concha refregándote las bolas.
The Three Things of Life
Power, anguish and fried cakes; whores, debauchery and loneliness
shit, money and cough; fame, dick and cha cha cha.
Luck, work and transplanted; genius, coward and stutterer
wife, little house and bored; disposable, pretty and idiot.
You have to choose, my love, you can't have everything, if they fuck you they don't pay you, if they pay you you're already a whore, if you're a whore they defame you and immediately enjoy you, and they put you as an example when they talk about blowjobs, when someone says cat or when they talk about putting it.
Elegant, well-hung and unsewn; soda seller, family man and cheater
successful, asshole and good friend; smelly, independent and freeloader.
Immortal, impotent and pessimistic; sword swallower, pricked and winner
lame, intelligent and Peronist; fags, discreet and rock and roll.
You have to choose, my love, you can't have everything, if you don't drink a wine or smoke a joint, you're not uninhibited, funny, or turned on, however the next day you messed up your stomach, head and the food makes you vomit life.
Early riser, powerful and traitor; limp dick, musclehead and cell phone
sends part, pompous and oligarch; long hair, nice clothes, and always bad.
Bald, dick and french fries; anxious, cokehead and womanizer
Uruguayan, greengrocer and mentalist; fun, perverted and fart.
You have to choose, my love, you can't have everything, if you have a doll that kisses you and cooks for you, forget about other tits, other asses, other chicks, about your single plans that never really happened, even if you live a prisoner of believing the lie.
Alcoholic, friendly and manager; big head, well-known and badly fucked
hitter, illiterate and lucky; studious, never fucks and ill-born.
Bully, egg breaker and pretty girlfriend; chubby, intellectual and pacemaker
religious, powerful and claustrophobia; poor guy, very happy, and without an arm.
You have to choose, my love, you can't have everything, if you like the little party, you need some money, you get it by working, I already see you getting up early, yawning at twelve thirty, and the whores haven't even arrived, you go to bed early, you jerk off, you shower and tomorrow we'll tell you.
Idiot, know-it-all and Varsky fan; busted, interesting and secretive
unselfish, millionaire and super Nazi; very horny, dominated, and bathed.
Willing, talentless and convinced; fucks queens, sucks dick and nice handwriting
unhappy, healthy and good wines; fat faggot, Nobel Prize and with tits.
You have to choose, my love, you can't have everything, if you profile yourself as an artist and dream of the turntable, study something just in case the vocation gets screwed, it's full of ladies with degrees, with the title in their pussy rubbing your balls.