La Pérsica

You already know, brother, that I love your sister
But your mother enchanted me, your father pushed me back
And it seems to me that it was your dary
And that hits me in the whole big tower
Guacha brother-in-law, the face that she left me
For that bunch you have as a sister
For that baby, I will roam your house
Even if they puncture the tires of my car

The bilingual also wants
Us to enjoy life
And dance right away to this cumbia
At full throttle
The Persian

And Mr. Lorenzo Monteclaro sings
With his friend Julion Alvarez

You are pure plastic surgery
Your anatomical form is wax
Don't say you are aristocratic
I brought you from a tribe that was nomadic
Remember you were old and very petrified
That you hated your cadaveric figure
Paying for your implants and your aesthetics
I spent a stratospheric fortune
Today with your athletic body
You think you're an Olympic champion
You boast that it's authentic
(I know your name)
It's pure petrochemical
Wanting to create in Mexico
My romantic Frankenstein
I inflated you with cosmetics
And now you're anarchic
You became Persian

I brought you an epidermal organ bust
You were darker than those in Africa
I brought you a little body made in Penjamo
A Brazilian neck made in Brasilia
With your new Greco-Roman profile
You want to give me economic bites
Making me angry, I bring the mechanic
To remove your bionic parts again
Today you think you're atomic
And you got buttocks
But your great physical figure
Is very siliconic
The surgical operation
Gave you beautiful prostheses
Remember you are rustic
Remember you are rustic
Not a statue from the Acropolis