Lyrics of La soga del muerto - Mägo De Oz

La soga del muerto (original)

Ayahuasca, con un trago basta
Y a las costas perdidas de ti mismo
Viajarás, volarás,
Conocerás mucho mas de ti.
Ayahuasca, pato a la vasca
Que por poca pasta quieras ser tu mismo.
Viajarás, volarás,
Por rincones que hay en ti
Oigo voces, seres pequeñitos
Que me cambian todos los colores.
Luz solar, el campo azul,
y la jungla color carmel
No tengas miedo a ser tu mismo
Ni a distintas formas de turismo
Mátalas, cállalas
Hay tanta gente dentro de mí.
¿Quién quiere comer de mi menú?
Ayahuasca, con un trago basta
Y a las costas perdidas de ti mismo
Viajarás, volarás,
Conocerás mucho mas de ti.
Ayahuasca, pato a la vasca
Que por poca pasta quieras ser tu mismo.
Viajarás, volarás,
Por rincones que hay en ti.
Viajarás, volarás,
Por rincones que hay en ti.
Habitación Dos-Cero-Seis,
El paciente ha vuelto a empeorar.

(translation)

Ayahuasca, one drink is enough
And to the lost shores of yourself
You will travel, you will fly,
You will know much more about yourself.
Ayahuasca, Basque style duck
That for little pasta you want to be yourself.
You will travel, you will fly,
For corners that are in you
I hear voices, tiny beings
That all the colors change me.
Sunlight, the blue field,
and the carmel colored jungle
Don't be afraid to be yourself
Nor to different forms of tourism
Kill them, shut them up
There are so many people inside of me.
Who wants to eat from my menu?
Ayahuasca, one drink is enough
And to the lost shores of yourself
You will travel, you will fly,
You will know much more about yourself.
Ayahuasca, Basque style duck
That for little pasta you want to be yourself.
You will travel, you will fly,
For corners that are in you.
You will travel, you will fly,
For corners that are in you.
Room Two-Zero-Six,
The patient has worsened again.