Guayaquil City RoCola Bacalao
Since you have left me for this stupid guy.
You multiplied my obsession for me; my nights are a feverish delirium,
By luck this bus left me in Guayaquil,
Someone is waiting for me, or maybe no,
at least here I breathe with another lung,
I will not come back to Quito,
Guayaquil City will be exploted,
All my sorrows will go to level of sea
Guayaquil City will be exploted,
San Borondón, and Bastion Popular,
I came from the Highland, when people lock themselves,
mountain, cool, hail, rain, and fog.
Since you have left me for this stupid guy.
I live drinking xanax with rovotril,
It mekes me sad, your bad actions,
Allways too grim, too dry, and too shy,
Guayaquil City will be exploted,
All my sorrows will go to level of sea,
Guayaquil City will be exploted,
San Borondón, and Bastion Popular,
I like when you talk, because I am like absent,*
I like when you are in silence, because you are not lying to me *
(for you, dumb highlander).
I will go to the lovel of sea,
I will go to the level of sea
I will go to the level of sea
I will go to the level of sea
*Reference to the poem numbre 15 of Pablo Nerud.