Cuna de Colores

They gave me a baby
I feed it paper
So when it gets hungry
Like its mother did
Digging through trash
Eat those wrappers

I roll it in the shit
And smear it with tar, like Pijuán
So when there’s no work
It won’t fear falling low
And even being a scribe
It can still wash its ass

Cradle of colors, cradle of colors
This little brat has a cradle of colors
I ease its pain, I ease its pain
I ease its pain with insecticide

It has a cradle of colors
And I paint myself blue and brown
So when it goes blind
And feels a lot of fear
It remembers in its abyss
All this chromaticism

And I ease its pain
With the FLIT machine
So when it gets sick
And can’t buy medicine
It can die with dignity
With the FLIT between its teeth

Cradle of colors, cradle of colors
This little brat has a cradle of colors
I ease its pain, I ease its pain
I ease its pain with insecticide