Enterrador De Cementerios

I was born in a junkyard
In a cheerful and very poor neighborhood
My father was a great ragman
My mother died a long time ago
One day came
When my dad was also dying
He said
I'm dying, I'm dying
My son, I'm old, I'm dying
Here's my will
I leave you this junkyard
That's all I have
My son
Four cans and a piece of advice
Find yourself a good woman
Who will give you an heir
Get married and never allow
This heritage to die

I always respected my father
I always respected his things
Right after burying him
I went to find a wife
I left the neighborhood
At night, tearful and sad
In search of a woman
Who would be the mother
Of my children
Wife and mother at the same time
I finally found her in a bar
Yes, my future wife

She's sitting at the bar
Drunk and alone in life
She seemed unhappy
But very clean and honest
Nonsense
To think that with those things
She could be a good wife
I approached her
And lovingly said
Will you marry me
But first
Stop drinking
Cheap whiskey in this bar
Come with me to drink
But come
Come come
Come live in my junkyard
But first
Stop sucking on that shot
Of whiskey
From now on

Suck suck suck
Suck it just for me

Suck suck suck
Suck it just for me

She sucked me very well
But she didn't want to marry me
And besides
She wanted to charge me
She was a whore
And I had to pay her
Go back to your pimp
I'm going single
So much social injustice
What a materialistic world
Innocence no longer exists
There are no more virgin women
Only childhood is naive

So with those things
I went to the door of a school
I met a cute girl
With braids and skirts
Oh, how rich, how free of guilt
That's how I like it and I said

Leave this school
To your dad and come with me
Come with me to play
But come
Come come come
To live in my junkyard
But first
Stop sucking on that pacifier
Of suck suck
Now
Suck suck suck
Suck it just for me

Suck suck suck
Suck it just for me

She sucked me very well
But the girl couldn't keep quiet
Her father found out damn it
He hit me a lot
He wanted to kill me
Sorry sir, I didn't mean to abuse
So much social ignorance

It's clear that I'm leaving the city
It has corrupted humanity
There's no respect for anything
I'm going to the village
In the mountains I'll have to
Get married

And in the mountains I found a village
Very beautiful
And in its square there was a big dance
With an orchestra
Streamers and lanterns
Music
Dance of the main festival

I asked a lady to dance
A polite lady
She was the village's tobacconist
Widow of a red military man
I told her
Forget your husband
Who died a long time ago
You're a ripe fruit, lady
Don't rot in this village
And a piece of advice
Stop smoking
Leave the tobacco and the village
Come with me to fly
But come
Come come
Come live in my junkyard
But first stop smoking
That damn cigarette
From now on
Suck suck suck
Suck it just for me

Damn, what a lady
She was insatiable
What desperation
I had never seen
So much hunger
In just one woman
Widow, go back to your shop
Ashamed, I'm leaving
Social imbalance

There are no manners or etiquette
All women are the same
They don't make them like before
Dad, no
Good mother and good lover
You know it
I never got married
I could never give you a grandchild
To continue your business
To keep the junkyard

I also lost some money
With wine and gambling
The cart and the mule rusted
They died this summer
Here I am alone and composed
With nothing but memories
Old and grumpy and sick
Dad, I'm sorry, I'm dying
I'm dying
In your castle of cans
In your iron palace
That's how poor my kingdom is
My rag cemetery
Dad, with me, I'm sorry how funny
To bury a graveyard
How curious that a cemetery dies
And that I am its killer
There we messed up
You've turned me
Into a social misfit.