El 38 - Divididos

El .38 está cargado

Le puse balas pero no se hace apretar

En el oeste está el agite

El líder manda pero vos, vos te quebrás

Y para qué tanto amor

Si de chiquito soy así

«Pensá, pensá», dice la tele

Yo dije sí, pero no, pero no tanto

Boxearon juntos con sus dos hijos

Mientras la guita se le iba por el diván

«Cazá los brolis», dice tu vieja

Y ese tipo por la radio no para de hablar

En tu cabeza hay muchas cosas

Y la Martita se te fue

Vas a los bares y no te alcanza

Todo te pesa, bancátela

¡O al .38!

¡O al .38!

The .38 is loaded

I put bullets in it but it can't be squeezed

In the west is the shake

The leader commands but you, you break

And why so much love?

If I was like that when I was little

"Think, think," says the TV

I said yes, but no, but not that much

They boxed together with their two sons

While the twine was going on the divan

“Hunt the brolis”, says your old lady

And that guy on the radio won't stop talking

In your head there are many things

And the Martita left you

You go to the bars and it's not enough

Everything weighs you down, bench it

Or at .38!

Or at .38!