Cassette -

Tu voz en el lado A y en el lado B TSOL

La carta que quedó atrapada en un viejo cassette

Que fuiste a Cemento a ver Sentimiento

Y la A sangraba sobre un fondo negro

1986 y esta ciudad no te trata bien

No te importa el mundial, vos te encerrás a leer a Baudelaire

Y un cuaderno ajado y deforme su espiral

Confunde palabras, lo que sentís o pensás

Tu pequeña gran verdad

Promesas que no vas ni a palos a cumplir

Las letras de los Crass que a tu modo siempre traducís

Te teñiste el pelo, no te importa trabajar

Nunca hay buen dinero, pues tu tiempo vale más

Lo que sentís y pensás

Your voice on side A and on side B TSOL

The letter that got stuck in an old cassette

That you went to Cemento to see Feeling

And the A was bleeding on a black ground

1986 and this town doesn't treat you right

You don't care about the World Cup, you lock yourself in to read Baudelaire

And a worn notebook and deform its spiral

confuse words, what you feel or think

Your little big truth

Promises that you are not even going to stick to keep

The lyrics of the Crass that you always translate in your own way

You dyed your hair, you don't mind working

There is never good money, because your time is worth more

what you feel and think