Jerónima

I love you, my life, and I'm crazy for you
I die for the flesh of your bones,
if you asked me I would escape
from hanging a butane gas cylinder around my neck.
I like your smile so much
that I'm going to take you to a private dentist,
to pull out all your teeth and make a necklace
and hang it around my neck with the butane gas cylinder.

-Chorus-
Jerónima, Jerónima,
yours is not a name, yours is a revenge
surely the day they named you
your father was drunk and your mother was joking.

I love you so much that the day you die
I will take you to a slaughterhouse,
and I will skin you completely
to make a tambourine, a wallet, and a rosewood drum.

I even like the smell of your armpits,
even your pimples, your warts, even the stench of your shoes,
your burps, your eye crust, I like your pimples
and even the bits of meat that get stuck in your teeth.

-Chorus-

I would eat all the nails from your hands and feet,
I would eat the little pieces of your snot
and if you let me I would make
a slingshot with the elastic bands of your panties.