Psilocybe Mexicana - La Renga

Por la ribera de la Boca una noche de verano

Contemplaba las estrellas y la calma infinita

Los barcos parecan dormidos en la orilla

Y ms all del viejo puente inspirbame

Cuando de pronto advert que del impuro ro Alguien me haca una seal

De movida no entend y entonces me acerqu

Y no pude comprender lo que mis ojos vean

En el agua mugre y el aceite nadaba una sirena

De largas cabelleras como trigo al viento

Desnuda de pechos y pezones duros

Agitaba su manita como invitndome

Ms yo qu poda hacer entre tanta confusin

Si bien el agua no me tent a tirarme de cabeza

Ni tampoco a prefectura intent avisar

Por temor a perturbar a tan bella criatura

Y nos quedamos mirndonos casi casi penetrndonos

Una sirena de aguas claras en mi ro turbio sin igual

Que poda estar haciendo, ms peor yo sin hacer nada

Y de pronto se esfum con la bruma de la maana

Cuando el trfico empezaba de nuevo a alborotar

Y yo que no haca nada decid caminar

Y con vino celebrar la santa aparicin

Y a quien tuviera la ocasin a quin le iba a contar

Seguro me iban a acusar de lisrgico inmaduro

De una sirena de aguas claras en mi ro turbio sin igual

Que poda estar haciendo, ms peor yo sin hacer nada

Along the banks of La Boca one summer night

I contemplated the stars and the infinite calm

The ships seemed asleep on the shore

And beyond the old bridge inspire me

When suddenly I noticed that from the impure river Someone made a sign to me

At first I did not understand and then I approached

And I couldn't understand what my eyes see

In the water, dirt and oil, a mermaid swam

With long hair like wheat in the wind

Bare breasts and hard nipples

She was waving her little hand of hers as if inviting me

But what could I do among so much confusion

Although the water did not tempt me to dive headfirst

Nor did the prefecture try to notify

For fear of disturbing such a beautiful creature

And we stayed looking at each other almost almost penetrating each other

A siren of clear waters in my murky river without equal

What could I be doing, worse me without doing anything

And suddenly it vanished with the morning mist

When the traffic started to riot again

And I, who did nothing, decided to walk

And with wine celebrate the holy apparition

And whoever had the chance, who was she going to tell?

Surely they were going to accuse me of immature lysrgic

Of a siren of clear waters in my murky river without equal

What could I be doing, worse me without doing anything