Reality Bomb - Andrés Calamaro

Vivo en un planeta dentro de otro

Me toca el sur la loma del otro

Otro idioma con las mismas palabras

Y letras y significado bueno

Depende dónde estés parado

Una cancha es familia

La alegría de un gol

¿Ves la saña de la barra?

Bravo!

La yuta es igual

O peor que en cualquier parte

Pero acá ni entre ellos la reparten

Cada tantos años vamos y votamos

O será que somos la pelota

Un médico aquí síganme

A dónde se me antoje

O sos un aburrido

En nuestro planeta no nos avivamos de nada

Será el des precio, será gilada

Será gilada

Colectivo inventado

Dulce de leche también

Idolos con pies de barro

Fanáticos que embarran

A quién supuestamente aman

Teles que maldicen por igual

Cocaína y reforma laboral

Cocaína y reforma laboral

Show me your shit

Un amigo que esta loco

Dice que su papá

Que es piloto, tiró gente al río

Al río de la plata

Desde sus aviones a montones

Y hay una escuela en libertadores

A quién se le ocurre

Un militar, un torturador

Un marino con honor

Ya estamos cerca de él

Algo habrá hecho

Me da lastima lacaro pero

Hablaban algo raro

Ay país

Algo habrá hecho al país

Te vi, te vi, te vi

Ay país, ay país

Blow me, blow me

Aquí me pongo a cantar

Al compás de la vigüela

Al hombre que lo desvela

Una pena extraordinaria

Como ave solitaria se consuela

Everybody is gonna died

Purple haze

Show me your shit

I live on a planet inside another

I touch the south the hill of the other

Another language with the same words

and lyrics and meaning good

Depends where you stand

A field is family

The joy of a goal

Do you see the fury of the bar?

Bravo!

yuta is the same

Or worse than anywhere

But here they don't even share it among themselves

Every few years we go and vote

Or is it that we are the ball

A doctor here follow me

where I want

Or are you boring

On our planet we do not get excited about anything

It will be the dis price, it will be gilada

It will be gilada

invented collective

Dulce de leche too

idols with feet of clay

muddy fans

who they supposedly love

TVs that curse alike

Cocaine and labor reform

Cocaine and labor reform

show me your shit

A friend who is crazy

He says that his dad

That he is a pilot, he threw people into the river

to the silver river

From their planes galore

And there is a school in Libertadores

Who would think

A military man, a torturer

A sailor with honor

We are already close to him

something will have done

I pity lacaro but

They spoke something strange

Oh country

Something will have done to the country

I saw you, I saw you, I saw you

Oh country, oh country

blow me blow me

Here I start to sing

To the beat of the vigüela

To the man who reveals it

an extraordinary sorrow

Like a lonely bird it consoles itself

Everybody is gonena died

purple-haze

show me your shit