La soga del muerto - Mägo De Oz

Ayahuasca, con un trago basta

Y a las costas perdidas de ti mismo

Viajarás, volarás,

Conocerás mucho mas de ti.

Ayahuasca, pato a la vasca

Que por poca pasta quieras ser tu mismo.

Viajarás, volarás,

Por rincones que hay en ti

Oigo voces, seres pequeñitos

Que me cambian todos los colores.

Luz solar, el campo azul,

y la jungla color carmel

No tengas miedo a ser tu mismo

Ni a distintas formas de turismo

Mátalas, cállalas

Hay tanta gente dentro de mí.

¿Quién quiere comer de mi menú?

Ayahuasca, con un trago basta

Y a las costas perdidas de ti mismo

Viajarás, volarás,

Conocerás mucho mas de ti.

Ayahuasca, pato a la vasca

Que por poca pasta quieras ser tu mismo.

Viajarás, volarás,

Por rincones que hay en ti.

Viajarás, volarás,

Por rincones que hay en ti.

Habitación Dos-Cero-Seis,

El paciente ha vuelto a empeorar.

Ayahuasca, one drink is enough

And to the lost shores of yourself

You will travel, you will fly,

You will know much more about yourself.

Ayahuasca, Basque style duck

That for little pasta you want to be yourself.

You will travel, you will fly,

For corners that are in you

I hear voices, tiny beings

That all the colors change me.

Sunlight, the blue field,

and the carmel colored jungle

Don't be afraid to be yourself

Nor to different forms of tourism

Kill them, shut them up

There are so many people inside of me.

Who wants to eat from my menu?

Ayahuasca, one drink is enough

And to the lost shores of yourself

You will travel, you will fly,

You will know much more about yourself.

Ayahuasca, Basque style duck

That for little pasta you want to be yourself.

You will travel, you will fly,

For corners that are in you.

You will travel, you will fly,

For corners that are in you.

Room Two-Zero-Six,

The patient has worsened again.