My bitch friend, you’re divine, constellations on your side, got

The absolutely useless dada rock that we tried to spread

To the place of love, what are we thinking of?

Oh, no! Here comes the fever It takes shapes of

Night is thick, moonless sky, think again, wonder why  We

Society sucks, system stinks Can you tell me to love

Always dancing, screaming pijas, malos pelos, backstreet…   Voces extrañas

I’m looking at photos. I don’t like your face You’re

La guerrilla urbana tiene como fin tocar el aparato de

The fast way to success  A theatre with lights  Laberynth