"Senor" is actually a song by Bob Dylan, Pyx Lax just made a cover version of it.
Here's the translation:
Senor, senor
Can you possibly tell me
Where are you going
Who are you looking for
I have seen you in my dreams
And I think you still live there
Senor, senor
Where could she be hiding
And whom could she be with
Where could she live
I'm tired to stare at the door
What lie or truth I don't sleep for
The air has become an iron cross
Like the one she had around her naked neck
This untuned orchestra plays as if it laughs
Like it calls me never to forget me
Senor, senor
I live in this broken wagon
With a killer dragon
I am kept alive by cables
I have changed
But the world wants me different
The air has become an iron cross...
Senor, senor
What's left of me
I want to gather on the floor
Give me just one minite more
And I am ready, if you are as well
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... And the original lyrics by Dylan:
Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?
Lincoln county road or armageddon?
Seems like i been down this way before.
Is there any truth in that, senor?
Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must i keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, senor?
There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.
There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said "forget me not."
Senor, senor, i can see that painted wagon,
I can smell the tail of the dragon.
Can't stand the suspense anymore.
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?
Well, the last thing i remember before i stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring said:
"Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."
Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.
I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.
I'm ready when you are, senor.
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,
Overturn these tables.
This place don't make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?