Las Malas Compañías

My friends are a bunch of scoundrels
They shamelessly exhibit themselves, drink voraciously
They ignore the rules
And mock important matters

My friends are a bunch of rascals
Who touch ladies' behinds
Who make holes in the bathroom walls
And kick them out of parties

My friends are a bunch of shameless ones
Who pee in the middle of the sidewalk
Answer without being asked
And play Chinese checkers without coins

My dear mother
Used to tell me
Take care, Juanito!
Of bad company

That's why I measure my friends
With a straight stick
And I choose them carefully
They are the best of each household

My friends are a bunch of wrongdoers
Convicted of catching dreams on the fly
Who applaud when the sun climbs the sky
And open their hearts to me like flowers

My friends are unexpected dreams
Looking for their philosopher's stones
Roaming through sordid slums
Where the gods descend unseen

My friends are reliable people
Who come when they know I'm waiting
If death brushes them, they pretend
That for them, friendship comes first