El Gato Viudo
Flor Amargo
The Widowed Cat
When the moon rises big
Like a big ball and lights up the alley
You hear the meow of a sad widowed cat
And its furry back bristles with horror
But there's always someone who throws a shoe
That turns into a gunshot to shut up the whiner
And on the mystical roof's ridge
The cat is angry singing this song
To cure the lovesickness
The doctors said there was no salvation
Now they call me a widowed cat
Because a female cat was able to shut me up
Before, I used to get money from the errands
I had it for my ice cream, my movies, and my soccer
Now with what has happened to me
I'm colder than a Jaibol ice
To cure the lovesickness
The doctors said there was no salvation
Now they call me a widowed cat
Because a female cat was able to shut me up
Before, I used to get money from the errands
I had it for my ice cream, my movies, and my soccer
Now with what has happened to me
I'm colder than a Jaibol ice
