Maté a Mi Madre

I saw you pass by with bloodstained clothes.
I heard you say 'I didn't mean to do anything to her'
I believed you, but there's only one mother
you will never again eat pastafrola
you will never again eat pastafrola
And you started to scream 'I want to see my mom'
I told you she went to heaven
to be with your dad
And you started to cry, my heart broke,
when amid screams and tears, you confessed your song:
I killed my mother without knowing what I was doing,
it was all because of cocaine,
I stabbed her in the throat with a knife,
while she was drinking an orange Fanta,
Poor thing, poor thing,
the cuartetero has been left orphaned