La Villerita

The little village ranch made of tin, cardboard and sheet metal
Paint her lips, comb her hair
Freshly dyed golden blonde
That yesterday was black

Tacos of deception
Barely seventeen years old
Just turned

Fly from the nest
Grandma takes care
Sleep peacefully
My sweet boy

Fly fly dreaming of having a day
Like all the happiness so well deserved
The one that makes you envious in magazines
Bad seed, stray bullet

Fly, your ambitions fly high
He dreams of finding solutions to his life
Banish misery from its corners
Roof and shelter without deprivation

I saw you naked
Your shameless frozen body
Under the cover

And in love
For two cents the same judge
That has condemned you

Supermarket
Sale of kisses, pleasure and enjoyment
For a few pesos

Twenty windows
Before the bridge, very little light
Pan-American Highway

Fly, fly high so they don't catch you
Fly so that the mud vultures don't catch you
Those who only pull the cart
Eight forty must be erased!

Fly, fly high, wounded dove
Fly fly if you want to change your life
Fly before the night covers your days
My dove! My wounded dove!

Fly, fly high so they don't catch you
Fly so that the mud vultures don't catch you
Those who only pull the cart
Eight forty must be erased!
My dove! My wounded dove!
My little villager! My dove!