La Chilindrina

Divine shell, precious Chilindrina
With peasant braid, I like you to love
Come give me a biscuit of feeling in mouth and lime
Devil without flour, bread soaked in water and salt

Last week I saw you very casual
But today in the morning you were going to give me pancake
Leave those horns for other sweet breads
That are only spicy for a girlfriend in a volcano

If you make me bread of the dead
I'll give you your sliced bread
I'll take you by the tie
From ear to the cemetery

There are the worms
For your precious bones
Just don't play dumb
Or you'll go from the coconut

I want to see my soaked one all powdered
All cake-like, here in my heart
Dear shell, you look all dressed up
You seem like a Jewish nun, you who were a bomb

I gave you your ring, your brick house
And now, all I get is bread roll, you come out saying no
You want in one jump your two-for-five bread
Profit in twenty-five and your extra stamps