Dos Margaritas [English translation]

Make drawings on the back of your hand

Undress your conscience from moral pains

Throw a cow from the tenth floor

Travel under the moon that sweeps the wilderness

A Chilean oyster, a kiss in Paris

If I cut my hair and changed my nose

If Vital wrote the Constitution

If I never liked those who never liked me

If I was two and ten* and still be one

If vengeance made the pain I felt go away

If I was curt, righteous, exempt to morals

If I was never reminded of the mess I have made

All this stuff would make me happy

The absurd would make me happy

But nothing would make me happier

Than two Margaritas**