Chorra

For being good
You put me in misery
You left me in the palm tree
You stole even the color
In six months
You ate up my little market
The booth at the fair
The hook, the counter
Thief!
You even stole my love
Now
I'm so scared of a woman
That if she sharpens me on the street
I stand next to the cop

What makes me angrier
Is having been such a fool!

If a month ago I had found out
What I found out yesterday
It wasn't me they caught
Your womanly schemes
Today I find out that your mom
Noble widow of a warrior
Is the most famous thief
Who has walked on 33rd Street!
And it's known that the warrior
Who died full of honor
Didn't die nor was a warrior
Like you fooled me
He's in jail, identified
As a member of the mob
Professor of the cudgel
Thug and swindler!

Among all
I was stripped with a zero
Your silhouette was the hook
Where I went to get caught
They swallowed
You, the widow, and the warrior
What cost me ten years
Of patience and of playing

Thieves!
You, your old lady, and your dad
Beware!
Be careful because she's loose
If she catches you, she'll turn you over
Won't give you time to run

What makes me angrier
Is having been so stupid!