From far away whistling slwoly
Master Yrigoyen is coming closer, coming back from travel
his pockets broken from waiting so much
He didn't notice he was getting lonely
so lonely for ten minutes of comfort
The guy thought of himself as important
but his ideas were badly put
played to the happiest he laughs and waits
And now his loved ones don't want him
those who tempted his fragile conscience
They give him back confidence
but it doesn't serve him for nothing, for nothing more
The guy is dead, pretty dead
said the radio this morning
They found him floating
like the shit floats that he wanted to be
His son loses a father, his wife a husband
for the rest it's been a long time since he's gone
in truth I don't care
there are many more who need to be floating like he is.