Compadron (feat. Héctor Maure)
Juan D'arienzo
Compadre (feat. Héctor Maure)
Little buddy with an attitude
If Juan Malevo saw you
He'd make you sweat
You don't even have a piece
Of that mud splattered
By the waiters around here
The shield of the tough guys
Doesn't include you
For reasons of worth
Your buddy trim
They fooled you, don't doubt it
You'll know why
Compadre
With a record of cunning
Among the buddies
Who follow you
You're to me
Even if it hurts
A buddy without education
A scrap of a big shot
Compadre
When you're old and alone
Compadre
And you look at your picture
You'll notice
That you've done nothing
Your shattered obsession
You'll see crumble
Even if you search in your words
Picturesque embellishments
To equip yourself with style
I say to myself quietly
God help you, buddy
Made of papier-mâché