No Me Rompas Más Los Cocos

I don't know how he doesn't understand
I'm already seven years old
And that I can go to the bathroom
Of men without dad

But she is insistent
And brushes even my teeth
To show your friend
What a beautiful baby he fathered

"Baby, come here"
And it's driving me crazy
"Otherwise you'll see when dad comes"
Don't break my coconuts anymore

When we visit aunt
That old woman with a mustache and pimples
who kisses me on the tail
And it makes me want to fart

And he teaches me catechism
Now that my mind is weak
Because you know how big
I am not going to fall into that deception

Baby you have to learn
And it's driving me crazy
Without the help of the Lord, what are you going to do?
Don't break my coconuts anymore

She doesn't let him be a friend
Of the blacks or beggars
Of children of communists
Not even the Mongolian from behind

She dreams of seeing me as a man
Tie and uniform
And I'm already buying
The ballet tights

Baby you have to dress well
And it's driving me crazy
Otherwise the girls won't love you
Don't break my coconuts anymore