[Title Translation:
"Gram Sunday"]
I met an old fellow
Whose name was Pedro Moncayo
And he told me, Come do it
To the Plaza del Dos de Mayo
After the appetizer
A guy speaks until three
Then you call Rosi
So she can treat us to eat
Up on a ladder
Since his chair got fucked up
He speaks loudly so he can be heard
Even by the whores at the corner
"What's important is not the shape
What I'm looking for is deep down
If they persecute you for smoking hash
Smoke with you I will!"
Since that momеnt, people smoked
"I bеlieve, I believe!," said a Rock musician
And that day was revered
And Gram Sunday was called
"I'm telling you guys, forreal
Do this in memory of myself
With your black fellow
The gypsy, the arab or the homosexual"
"What's important is not the shape
What I'm looking for is deep down
If they persecute you for smoking hash
Smoke with you I will!"
Since that moment, people smoked
"I believe, I believe!," said a Rock musician
And that day was revered
And Gram Sunday was called
Since that moment, people smoked
"I believe, I believe!," said a Rock musician
Since that moment, people smoked
"I believe, I believe!," said a Rock musician
Since that moment, people smoked
Praise the Lord!
And Gram Sunday was called