Venganza

They killed you, Andreita, Andrea my beautiful sister
Lawyer of the sad
You who were the light of my eyes
Of my sad red eyes

Andreita Andreíta since they took you down
I don't even write or know how to sleep
I'm a poor but sick man and the same is the dog
All ugly and malnourished, poor old woman dead inside
Always wearing the same suit and her makeup runs
From so much and so much sorrow, her hair falls out
She just cries and cries and cries
Oh, how sad the lady is
Oh, how sad the lady is

Andreita Andreíta, I will avenge you
I need to avenge myself, to get rid of this burden
To get rid of this burden
In the name of the slaves, the Indians, and the Blacks
I don't care about good and evil
I only think about whom to stab in the neck with my dagger
I don't care about going to jail
If they killed you, sister, I can also kill

But to whom?
Who should I give it to if I cling to memory
History killed you
History killed you
Mr. dog, Mr. cat, tell me who I should kill
Oh

I kill the king, I kill the viceroy, I kill the liberator, the prosecutor
I kill the lieutenant, the sub-lieutenant, the general, the president
I kill a boss, I kill a paramilitary
Or I kill a damn Spaniard

A bullfighter died, killed by the brother of the deceased Andrea
He sneaked into the arena, jumped the barrier
Took out a white knife from his balls and cut his windpipe
It's not because of bullfighting, he killed him for being Spanish
In the order of revenge, Spain comes first
The thug said, the thug said

And the bull, watching him, absorbing blood, biting the ground
Responded to the first
His revenge went wrong, luckily it will be a shorter sentence
The arena fell silent upon hearing the bull speak
Because they couldn't imagine an animal speaking like that
And the dying animal, thus concluded the plot
The bullfighter was not Spanish
The bullfighter was from Duitama