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Danza de los Muertos Pobres

Prócer el que mata, santo el que no goza
Macho el que no siente, marica el que llora
Discreto el que no se ríe, decente el que no baila
Y es bueno el que obedece

Obedecí y me fuí a la cama
Y soñé que a un cementerio yo fui a bailar
Y cabecié una mina del nicho cuatro
Ella bailaba en Ferrasco Velero

Y me llevó al programa "venga a bailar patrona"
Y una danza, venganza de los pobres
Que hechizó a los fiambres que murieron sin pan
Movían locamente sus caderas, corten, corten
No los dejen mover

La cola pa'cá (Balanceando)
La cola pa'llá (Que se mueve)
La cola pa'ca (Balanceando)
La cola pa'llá

Así es más fácil, me vienen ganas de empezar a amarme
Quiero dejar este cuerpo que está muerto de nacionalidad falsa
El alma se muere en el sarcófago de la elegancia
No queremos ser muertos, obscenos, no
Las autoridades no nos vayan a sancionar
Pero la pelvis se mueve, se mueve
Se mueve, se mueve en forma indecente
Con esta danza nos van a sancionar
Las ligas de moral modificadas
Comenzaron nuevamente a sugerir morales
Allanaron bóvedas para picanearnos
Y la picana no podía picar, porque mueve

La cola pa'cá (Balanceando)
La cola pa'llá (Que se mueve)
La cola pa'cá (Balanceando)
La cola pa'allá
Pasa pa'cá, pasa pa'cá, pasa pa'cá

(Balanceando)
La cola pa'cá (Que se mueve)
La cola pa'llá (Balanceando)
La cola pa'cá

Prócer el que mata, santo el que no goza
Macho el que no siente, marica el que llora
Discreto el que no se rie, decente el que no baila
Y es bueno el que obedece, y subversivo el que no se la banca

(Balanceando)
La cola pa'cá (Que se mueve)
La cola pa'llá (Balanceando)
La cola pa'cá
Pasa pa'cá, pasa pa'cá, pasa pa'cá

(Balanceando)
La cola pa'cá (Que se mueve)
La cola pa'llá (Balanceando)
La cola pa'cá

La cola pa'cá, balanceando
La cola pa'llá, que se mueve
La cola pa'cá, balanceando
La cola pa'llá, que se mueve

(Aprovecho para presentar a nuestro primer invitado
El señor Ariel Pratt)

Dance of the Dead Poor

Uluru what kills, saint what does not enjoy
Male what does not feel, faggot what weeps
Discreet what does not laugh, decent what does not dance
And good what obeys

I obeyed and I went to bed
And I dreamed that a cemetery I went to dance
And I head a mine of niche four
She danced in Ferrasco Velero

And she took me to the program "come to dance patrona"
And a dance, revenge of the poor
That bewitched the corpses that died without bread
They moved their hips like crazy, cut, cut
Don't let them move

The tail here (Balancing)
The tail there (That moves)
The tail here (Balancing)
The tail there

It's easier this way, I feel like starting to love myself
I want to leave this body that is dead of false nationality
The soul dies in the sarcophagus of elegance
We don't want to be dead, obscene, no
The authorities are not going to sanction us
But the pelvis moves, moves
It moves, it moves in an indecent way
With this dance they'll sanction us
The modified moral leagues
They began again to suggest morals
They raided vaults to sting us
And the sting could not sting, because it moves

The tail here (Balancing)
The tail there (That moves)
The tail here (Balancing)
The tail there
Come here, come here, come here

(Balancing)
The tail here (That moves)
The tail there (Balancing)
The tail here

Uluru what kills, saint what does not enjoy
Male what does not feel, faggot what weeps
Discreet what does not laugh, decent what does not dance
And good what obeys, and subversive what does not put up with it

(Balancing)
The tail here (That moves)
The tail there (Balancing)
The tail here
Come here, come here, come here

(Balancing)
The tail here (That moves)
The tail there (Balancing)
The tail here

The tail here, balancing
The tail there, that moves
The tail here, balancing
The tail there, that moves

(I take this opportunity to introduce our first guest
Mr. Ariel Pratt)