Lyrics of Psilocybe Mexicana - La Renga

Psilocybe Mexicana (original)

Por la ribera de la Boca una noche de verano
Contemplaba las estrellas y la calma infinita
Los barcos parecan dormidos en la orilla
Y ms all del viejo puente inspirbame
Cuando de pronto advert que del impuro ro Alguien me haca una seal
De movida no entend y entonces me acerqu
Y no pude comprender lo que mis ojos vean
En el agua mugre y el aceite nadaba una sirena
De largas cabelleras como trigo al viento
Desnuda de pechos y pezones duros
Agitaba su manita como invitndome
Ms yo qu poda hacer entre tanta confusin
Si bien el agua no me tent a tirarme de cabeza
Ni tampoco a prefectura intent avisar
Por temor a perturbar a tan bella criatura
Y nos quedamos mirndonos casi casi penetrndonos
Una sirena de aguas claras en mi ro turbio sin igual
Que poda estar haciendo, ms peor yo sin hacer nada
Y de pronto se esfum con la bruma de la maana
Cuando el trfico empezaba de nuevo a alborotar
Y yo que no haca nada decid caminar
Y con vino celebrar la santa aparicin
Y a quien tuviera la ocasin a quin le iba a contar
Seguro me iban a acusar de lisrgico inmaduro
De una sirena de aguas claras en mi ro turbio sin igual
Que poda estar haciendo, ms peor yo sin hacer nada

(translation)

Along the banks of La Boca one summer night
I contemplated the stars and the infinite calm
The ships seemed asleep on the shore
And beyond the old bridge inspire me
When suddenly I noticed that from the impure river Someone made a sign to me
At first I did not understand and then I approached
And I couldn't understand what my eyes see
In the water, dirt and oil, a mermaid swam
With long hair like wheat in the wind
Bare breasts and hard nipples
She was waving her little hand of hers as if inviting me
But what could I do among so much confusion
Although the water did not tempt me to dive headfirst
Nor did the prefecture try to notify
For fear of disturbing such a beautiful creature
And we stayed looking at each other almost almost penetrating each other
A siren of clear waters in my murky river without equal
What could I be doing, worse me without doing anything
And suddenly it vanished with the morning mist
When the traffic started to riot again
And I, who did nothing, decided to walk
And with wine celebrate the holy apparition
And whoever had the chance, who was she going to tell?
Surely they were going to accuse me of immature lysrgic
Of a siren of clear waters in my murky river without equal
What could I be doing, worse me without doing anything