Look at the bored ones
With their feet depressed
Look how they get up with their twisted legs
Look how they purse their lips
Look at the fat one, holding her belly in
Look how breathless she gets
Going down to the bottom, deep, real down
With a round movement
A bit of tequila with salt
To stimulate the spine
And wake all the organs of your body up
We're gonna resurrect the dead
Those who never dance, who are forgotten
Without getting up with the balls touching the blessed thigh
Those who smell like an old man's piss
Those are the ones that I bring back to life
And to them I bring back the appetite
With a bit of pornography
Woman, you're all geometry
You got the pudding that I like
Full of stretch marks
Like in a candy shop
With a short skirt
With a style from Miami
Showing half the salami
Here, I bring you gandinga1
Bitch, stamp 'cause you're not a gringa2
I'll shake you like a sneeze
I'll make you vomit your breakfast
I'll teach you my masculine language
And with it I vaccinate you
Look at the bored ones… booo
With their feet depressed… booo
Look how they get up with their twisted legs
Look how they purse their lips… look, look
Look at the fat one, holding her belly in
Look how breathless she gets… look
Going down to the bottom, deep, real down… look, look
To the old ladies I talk with my feminine rhetoric
With a bit of Greek philosophy
So that they loosen up
And start stinging like bees
If there's no partner
Well, we dance with our shadow
Here there's no carpet
Here we dance in the mud
With a bit of Charango3
Let's slide those feet like in Tango
And if you got tanga
To show all the belly
Where the gang comes from
With a fuss
To get an eyeful of your junk
My god! You're gonna kill me with an asthma attack
You're gonna kill me like a ghost
With the fear of all this mess it moves
I go all the way to Cusco
I go all the way to Peru
Nake… naked
I eat the entire chicken
I eat your steak raw
You, you, you, but only you, no one else
You got me fat and well cared for
But very spoiled
She cooks for me and I cook for her
A real turkey like the Pilgrims
You got me spinning like a whirlwind
From side to side like a penguin
You're a fantasy, you're a myth
Like Snow White and the seven dwarfs
With this little shake to my balls
They feel like having thirteen little bastards
Look at the bored ones… booo
With their feet depressed… booo
Look how they get up with their twisted legs
Look how they purse their lips… look, look
Look at the fat one, holding her belly in
Look how breathless she gets… look
Going down to the bottom, deep, real down…
With a round movement… look
Look...
1. a thick stew2. foreigner3. a Bolivian musical instrument