La Historia de Juan

I'm gonna tell the story of Juan,
Even though it's not a pretty story.
Don't think it's easy to talk about,
Things that remain in memory.

Juan had to work,
While his friends played.
At night, he had to endure,
The beatings his mother gave him.

Stupid asshole!!
His dad would yell
And kick him again.

Two houses from you,
Or three streets from here,
There will always be an asshole,
Just like poor Juan.
Who doesn't want to make it,
Who can't make it.
Back home again,
Can't take it anymore.

And if it were up to me,
Maybe I would have killed her already,
But he preferred to think
That things happen for a reason.
And it happened that he defended her,
After all, she was his mother
And a struggle in the room,
Ended in a damn disaster.

Stupid asshole!!
A random shot,
Damn coincidence.

Two houses from you,
Or three streets from here,
There will always be an asshole,
Just like poor Juan.
Who doesn't want to make it,
Who can't make it.
Back home again,
Can't take it anymore.

Two houses from you,
Or three streets from here,
There will always be an asshole,
Just like poor Juan.
Who doesn't want to make it,
Who can't make it.
Back home again,
Can't take it anymore.

Two houses from you,
Or three streets from here,
There will always be an asshole,
Just like poor Juan.
Who doesn't want to make it,
Who can't make it.
Back home again,
Can't take it anymore.