Cueca carcelaria

Only a condemned man
To death for his wickedness.
Got lots of news
In jail learning
To write, building
A divine guitar
To remember the chick
Who betrayed me cruelly.
I killed her calmly
Around the corner.

Life, learning to make a guitar,
Life, who would've thought,
Life, in the Victoria jail,
Life, this man would end up.

For every cut a scar
I serve my sentence.
The unfaithful one is buried
In La Serena.
For every scar a year
I serve my sentence.

In La Serena, oh yes,
Vasconcellos
I killed him little by little
Out of pure jealousy.
Made beautiful guitars
For the Parras.