Tamara

When I was little
when I was underage
I met an old
nauseating, repugnant, and putrid
Oh, oh! Tamara!, Tamara!, Tamara!, Tamara!
She asked me for kisses on the mouth, like this!
I looked at her face and got scared
because she was nauseating, repugnant, and putrid
Oh, oh! Tamara!, Tamara!, Tamara!, Tamara!, Tamara!
After so long
I saw her for the first time
She recognized me and said to me like this
Hey little one, give me a kiss on the mouth, like this!
Die!, die!, die!, die!
I took out my chains and hit her
I took out my knife and stabbed her, stabbed her
Oh, oh! Tamara!, Tamara!, Tamara!, Tamara!
Her blood ran towards a garbage dump
She was dying against the wall
and I laughed, and I laughed
Die!, die!, die!, die!