Mátanos de Risa (part. NUT)

With what right, big bragger
Do you ruin the crème brûlée?
The damn mother who birthed you
What tale did the tramontana tell you?

Down here we continue, Bardagí
The four cats, without madness or venom
In the struggle to survive
And, what the hell, missing you

From your exit, master Pio Pa
The 'moreneta' has clearer skin
And Durruti's grandson sings mass

Relieve our hearts of mourning
Take away our wallet and reason
Don't die on us, kill us with laughter

Don't die on us, kill us with laughter