Gatos celestes traducción al Inglés

At the door of the disco, two cocks fight
and a thief, smart, eyes a wallet.
A very formal, overdressed gallant wearing a tie
asks for a service, those you don't pay taxes,
with distracted morality

And in the front sidewalk, two cops
Disguised as secrets
Or is it what they interpret
watching the pack

And the moon toasting them
The most beautiful, the bottles
And the night happening of everything
And the cars, chopping, burning wheels

And in the neighborhood more shots
than in a spaghetti western
And the cats more than brown
they are celestial

In the corner of the counter, there are two shameless guys standing
Of every five drinks just pay for one.
Their friend, the waitress, is addict to anesthesia.
She uses to pay them with sexual favors what they give her in drugs.

And a gypsy, the cops are arresting,
yells desperately: "You're wrong
Agent, I'm innocent,
the one you are looking for
Take a line to the other side"

And the moon toasting them
The most beautiful, the bottles
And the night happening of everything
And the cars, chopping, burning wheels

And in the neighborhood more shots
than in a spaghetti western
And the cats more than brown
they are celestial

The roofs are plenty of light blue cats,
ones run away from themselves, others run away from the people
because no one understands them.

God brings them and they gather around in the alley
to tell fights of lifes and loves
prettying up the stories of imaginations.

And the moon toasting them
The most beautiful, the bottles
And the night happening of everything
And the cars, chopping, burning wheels

And in the neighborhood more shots
than in a spaghetti western
And the cats more than brown
they are celestial