Desde La Cana

Hey, chick, hit the lefty
That yesterday seems unbelievable
In court, a cop sent me
With the iron and the racket

And when I was drunk
I hit the target and ruined it
I focused on the fist
To clean up the snitch
Who had been caught by the cops
Working in society

Hit the black guy, Peroca
Let the fool burn in the joint
Along with my stash
The stones and the pipe

Let it reduce even a little
The inventory of the hideout
My leather bags
The clothes and the wallet
And you, get out of the hillside
With the chick from Pachín

If the shot goes well
And the judge dismisses the case
I think I'll retire
From circulating in the circuit
That's why I stretch
In the matter of the summary
So that you, to the secretary
Work it carefully and
Who knows, hey chick
They might clean me as a fool!

Anyway, I'm in the clink
Without smokes, poorly dressed
By the poorly looked at guard
For lack of cash
Bring me (if you pay attention to me)
At least a cigarette, my little girl
Don't miss the visit
And remember your man
Who, even a thief and ragged
Knows how to call you, little chick!