By the Zonagirante.com team @spinning zone
Presidential elections are being held in Colombia this weekend. For now, we don't want to bore you with our political preferences (besides, we suspect that the vast majority of you already know them). In this case, we want to share something very particular about the date: Despite the legal prohibitions imposed on the population regarding alcohol consumption, prohibiting the sale of liquor of all kinds from Friday evening until Monday morning, everyone knows that the sale of beer, aguardiente, rum, vodka, and other similar products will reach its limit for the year at the last minute without restrictions in legal establishments in all cities. People have the feeling that they should be prepared for anything and that getting drunk might be the most dignified thing to do during hours of uncertainty. On these kinds of days, to add humor to the situation and to recall, incidentally, good times of what was called almost forty years ago "rock in your language", the catalog of the Spanish band is played quite a bit at clandestine house parties. The Dead Bullfighters, the song My little yellow water, which reads as follows:
And I think I've drunk more than forty beers today
And I think I'll have to expel them from myself
And I go up to the toilet upstairs in the bar.
And I start peeing on her and I burst out laughing
It comes out of me, mmh
A warm, yellowish water
And it goes down through a pipe.
And it passes under your house
Walk under your family
It passes under your workplace
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
And it reaches a river
The shepherd drinks it (Shepherd, shepherd, shepherd)
The little cows drink it
Water the fields
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
And go down to the sea
And play with the little fish
Play with the squid
Play with the jellyfish
And with the hake
That you eat
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
The sun warms my little yellow water
It sets it to a hundred degrees
Send it up
Travel through the sky
Arrive in your city
And it starts to pour
And it wets the streets
And wet your father
Your mother washes the dishes with my yellow water
It wets the schoolyard
And it soaks the town hall
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
And I think I've drunk more than forty beers today
And I think I'll have to expel them from myself
And I go up to the toilet upstairs in the bar.
And I start peeing on her and I burst out laughing
And I start to think
Where will he go? Where will he go?
Where will he go? Where will he go?
It will spread throughout the world
It will turn the jungle green
And what makes me happiest
My yellow water must be a filthy liquid
My little yellow water
My little yellow water
As a precaution, knowing how many will behave, we recommend avoiding excess, not consuming alcohol with overly violent political opponents, and lowering the volume of your stereo when you arrive in the early hours of the morning. Don't bother your neighbor; the idea is that on Sunday you greet each other politely when you go out to vote and celebrate your candidates' victory together., which seems likely to happen.
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