CANNOT MAKE HEADS OR TA!LS OF !T (Buru buztan)

lyrics by Mikel Ugarte

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Butterflies

flying, drowning,

in that sea

if there was where to rest

 

bras and veils

have been burned,

the bloomers of the bachoqui girl.

What a surprise!

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The chain has been broken, as a hypothesis

four heads on the cross, apostasy!

tie the tail of the fox to the thigh…

sell ​​money and buy time.

 

At the corner of Broadway

and Twenty-sixth Street

there is always a refuge for the naked

who was going to say it!

what about Txus? he didn't lose his head

 

On the street a pile of grass, metamorphosis!

wrap it in paper and… brackets!

give it fire at the corner of the lips and… anesthesia!

the people are sweating, the apotheosis!

 

Listen!

the impossible is achieved hands to work!

The impossible, insisting is achieved!

 

Beautiful hallucination, how beautiful!

so that you can be

whatever it takes

so that you can always be free