The grim reaper has arrived at letters
That it will take them away is for real
Because he sees no future in the members
Also because they thought they were big deal
He already knows that we are few of that culture
He comes laughing in the distance
-What a crazy infrastructure!
And mirrors in the toilets had this stance!
He knows the morning suns,
Pretentious elitists;
Also the evening ones,
Indolent, sluggards, editorialits
Went to consume clouds
There was no weed, but soccer players,
Already took them off the list with no doubts,
He knew they were champions, who had prayers
The linguist’s headquarters
They have already taken power,
Death is discouraged and felt shorter
Because everything wasn´t going at all sour
When it is already determined
To take even a cat alive
The intendant makes a portion of weed determined
And leaves everyone revive
And as a bad sign
When it was on her way to normal
That disarms his bones design
Navarrito the immortal.
Since then it is suspected
His job is not accepted
The unemployed ex-student a weeper
Poor battered grim reaper.
Writer: ZUCARITA
Translator: Juan Antonio Troncoso Campos