Peperina [English translation]

I want to tell you a good story

about a girl who lived the euphoria

of being part of the rock

drinking peperina tea.

Typically of uncultured mind

she had no balls for the office

underground place of routine ideology

Romantically she sang her most brilliant poems

whispering to the ear of thousand managers:

I love you, I hate you, gimme more.

Looking at the fields she forgot the men

looking at the rich she dressed as poor

to know what the neighbours were gossiping

In her head she carries a flag

she doesn't want to be like anyone

she loves to show the straw of the other faces

And inside her tale she was cinderella,

her prince was a hippie of the sixties

I love you, I hate you, gimme more.

She works on the shows,

she lives writing postcards

she sleeps with the visitors

and plays with the locals

her body has stuck

grease of the capitals.

I love you, I hate you, gimme more.

I love you, I hate you, gimme more.

I love you, I hate you, gimme more.

• Artist:Serú Girán
• Album:Peperina