De Punta y Hacha

Don't worry, buddy, don't put on a fierce face
'Cause that won't heal the wounds of your pain
To know how to defend yourself, you have to fall first
That's how you learn to be a real man

Keep the secret to yourself; to not ruin your reputation
Because every tough guy hides their sentimental story
Wearing as a token of their first adventure
The bleeding bite as a badge of the streets

I also carry memories of a treacherous love
That like a knife point stuck in my chest
I was only twenty when it caught me as prey
To savor its desires with the fire of my passion

I had happy moments intoxicated by its caresses
Because at that age, buddy... that's when thirst takes over!
And with a rookie accent, I swallowed its lies
That brought bitterness to my life like you

But now that I'm filled with cruel disappointments
I'm tough; heartless and have no mercy
Before being punished by a streak of bad luck
You have to be sharp and ruthless, and if necessary, a killer