Cachos de Vaca - Desorden Público, Nella

Quisiera orbitarte, navegar a tu alrededor

Como aleta de tiburón en altamar (azul profundo)

Quisiera fatigarte, verte nadar sin rumbo

En la vorágine, entregada a mis fauces

Quisiera que fueras como el perro de Pavlov

Quisiera que babearas

Cuando suene la campana de mis ganas

Quisiera hacerte presa

De mis palabras, de mis labios

Y de estos cachos que no son de vaca

Sino de diablo

Y de estos cachos que no son de vaca

Sino de diablo

Y de estos cachos que no son de vaca

Sino de diablo

Quisiera, finalmente, ser guionista de tus suenos

Darle historias de terror a tus noches blanco y negro

Monstruos traviesos serán mis armas

Para verte temblando y agarrándote

De estos cachos que no son de vaca

Sino de diablo

De estos cachos que no son de vaca

Sino de diablo

De estos cachos que no son de vaca

Sino de diablo

I would like to orbit you, navigate around you

Like a shark fin on the high seas (deep blue)

I would like to tire you, see you swim aimlessly

In the maelstrom, delivered to my jaws

I wish you were like Pavlov's dog

I want you to drool

When the bell of my desire rings

I would like to make you prey

From my words, from my lips

And of these chunks that are not cow

but of the devil

And of these chunks that are not cow

but of the devil

And of these chunks that are not cow

but of the devil

I would like, finally, to be the screenwriter of your dreams

Give horror stories to your black and white nights

Naughty monsters will be my weapons

To see you trembling and holding on

Of these chunks that are not cow

but of the devil

Of these chunks that are not cow

but of the devil

Of these chunks that are not cow

but of the devil