El Chico de La Tapa

(Hello, hello? cardozo? listen to me here in Villa Clara
Main 4-27 we have one who is one of the big heads
Black... {the cop keeps talking}...)
The boy in the cover yesterday sold flowers in streams
Then he lost his girl in a hospital room
And today kindly and with a big smile on your teeth
He stops you on the street and if you don't give him he tells you to put it away.

If the police don't treat you very decently
If the truckers don't take it to where it's going
He returns to the dock walking very calmly
With the 22 in the pocket of the assembly paper

A few years ago I walked the streets
Making "peace" and selling postcards
The world is full of motherfuckers
And today especially the route is full
I will not die of love

The cap boy has some unfinished business
His mother is out and his brothers are drinking at the bar
And on Saturday afternoon on the field you hear a single scream
Dock sud already had a son and they named him arsenal

And the bearded men, the snobs and the ball fans pass by
The tanks, the stars, the magazines and the federal
And I laugh at everyone in their faces, they are idiots.
An angel watches over me and protects me in this city.

I always lived in the devil's mouth
Being born, dying and resurrecting.
The world is full of motherfuckers
And today especially the route is full.
I'm not going to die of love.
I'm not going to die of love.
I'm not going to die of love.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,