Azulejo - Divididos, Gillespi

Y todo empezó chupando pastillas de bronce

Y fabricando próceres en «El Traful»

Le haces sombra al bidet

Y mandas la raya al medio

Vos te querés matar, pero se te hace tarde

Dale azulejo!

Se te hace tarde

Boxeas frente al espejo pero sin vaselina

Y entre round y round te trabajas el tabique

Usas la rabia de espuma bajo la ducha tibia

Y el pobre pato sufre tu puta soledad

Dale azulejo!

Se te hace tarde

Dale azulejo!

Se te hace tarde

Dale azulejo!

Se te hace tarde

Dale azulejo!

Se te hace tarde

And it all started sucking on brass pills

And making heroes in "El Traful"

you shade the bidet

And you send the line to the middle

You want to kill yourself, but it's getting late

Give it tile!

if you are late

You box in front of the mirror but without Vaseline

And between round and round you work your septum

You use the foam rage under the warm shower

And the poor duck suffers from your fucking loneliness

Give it tile!

if you are late

Give it tile!

if you are late

Give it tile!

if you are late

Give it tile!

if you are late