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Los Piojos

The beach of the dirty doctors

Aia ia io pague io
Aia ia io pague
 
The bum was going confident to the beach
where nobody takes a bath, you know
cheers dear, prominent figure
the difference is in the chaqué.
The life of this dirty man is well known
his name is Iseca and he ignores the law
they indemnize him for some beans
he went crazy and he says he's Baley1
 
(Everyone's crazy in this house)
 
Some say he was a teacher
others assert he was a doctor
there was no money for his genius
the assholes privatized.
Now the cops sometimes lock him
and listens to the struggle of Huracan champion
the teacher and goalkeeper Iseca
dries his forehead and renounces to pain.
 
Give your red eyes for it to dance
for the great heart to dance always...
 
The crown sun of golden thorns
the nasty beach at the dawn
look, the dirty men smoke broken ciggies
they laugh and drink a mate too
Sometimes they scream, spit, curse,
they complain, they fight, they stop the fuss
then they drink a wine in the sand
they sleep without pain till the morning.
The dirty man doesn't own the red wine he drinks,
nor the gasoline that takes him, nor the truck, nor the train,
nor the ciggy he smokes, nor the lamp hanging,
nor the gas, nor the water, nor the kerosene,
nor the chickens, the cows, the land, the cans,
nor the planes he sees,
the routes he walks, the phones he ignores,
nor the voices in the radio, nor the yesterday news.
 
  • 1. Hector Baley, former Argentinian football player
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Like Ali

It's the new sensation, the new generation
it's a jump, it's a frenzy
Bouncing everywhere, from the town to Blaquier
I'm Jacobo Flash, the bouncer
 
There's a criminal bass drum, a virtual lightning
there are midgets running over there
There are women that aren't, dealer messes up his potion
and I'm newly arrived from Chajarí
Bounce bounce, from the vera vera land
from the floor to the booth, so many bugs are
I have ultrasensitive fingers
I have the eyes of Darin1
 
And in this dance I'm a king without a crown
and in this dance that doesn't end
I'm bouncing like nobody, I'll end up
I'll end up like Ali
 
This girl looked for me, this girl found me
this girl don't wanna leave me
I don't understand what's in me, I don't know what's going on
just let me look
I'm almost a doctor, and I don't sleep at all
sometimes I see the great-grandfather with Dorrego in the kitchen
and I'm Clop, the new top boy
I start on wednesday leaving the office
 
And everybody bouncing happy
because the country waits for you outside
and I get high with the beat, peaceless dj
and I see Berlin from here
 
And in this dance I'm a king without a crown
and in this dance I dance in a ring
I'm bouncing like nobody, I'll end up
I'll end up like Ali
 
To intoxicate my heart
and bounce is what I want
 
  • 1. Ricardo Darin, argentinian actor
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Maradó

They say he scaped froma dream
in his almost best dribble
who doesn't even respect the dreams
he goes so full of bravery
without much clothes
and without any mask
They say this boy scaped
from the faceless men's dream
who challenge the powerfuls
and attack the evilests
without more weapons in hand
than a 'ten' in his sweater
 
A glowing ball falls from the sky,
everybody around the world sees,
a round revenge in his feet,
the whole country runs with him
the troops of his majesty fall,
and the north of the rich Italy falls,
and the pope going in circles can't explain it,
he bites the tongue of Joao Havelange
 
Maradó, Maradó...
 
Rhinoscopy charge against any
any guy of the lethal power
rhinoscopy, ivory horn
platinum edge to break
And the champagne that they open today
save the corks to make a boat
that hunger and thirst river is coming
and there aren't goals to feed
 
Maradó, Maradó...
 
When the walls of this great town
fall in pieces
When no longer remain in the air the ashes
of what will be, what will be...
 
And Diego is still, the best in his thing
if you were him there wouldn't be so much weed
and the pimp goes through the slide
he goes up and laughing, ha!
And the magic carpet travels abroad
private carpet of a billion
everyone gets dressed for the occasion
and they expect a crumble!
 
Maradó, Maradó...
 
When the walls of this great town
fall in pieces
When no longer remain in the air the ashes
of what will be, what will be...
 
Maradó...
 
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