Maté a Mi Madre

The world dances to the beat of globalization
And Kapanga!

I saw you, walk by, with blood on your clothes
I heard you say: I didn’t mean to do anything
I believed you, but there’s only one mother
You’ll never eat pastafrola again
You’ll never eat pastafrola again

And you started to scream: I want to see my mom
I told you she went to heaven
To be with your dad
(Your dad, your dad)
And you broke down crying, it shattered my heart
When through screams and tears, you confessed your song

I killed my mother without knowing what I was doing
It was all the cocaine’s fault
I stabbed her in the throat
While she was drinking an orange Fanta

Oh poor thing, oh poor thing
The singer is now left an orphan
Oh poor thing, oh poor thing
The singer is now left an orphan
(Oh!)

I saw you, walk by, with blood on your clothes
I heard you say: I didn’t mean to do anything
I believed you, but there’s only one mother
You’ll never eat pastafrola again
You’ll never eat pastafrola again

And you started to scream: I want to see my mom
I told you she went to heaven
To be with your dad
(Your dad, your dad)
And you broke down crying, it shattered my heart
When through screams and tears, you confessed your song

I killed my mother without knowing what I was doing
It was all the cocaine’s fault
I stabbed her in the throat
While she was drinking an orange Fanta

Oh poor thing, oh poor thing
The singer is now left an orphan
Oh poor thing, oh poor thing
The singer is now left an orphan
Oh poor thing, oh poor thing
The singer is now left an orphan
Oh poor thing, oh poor thing
The singer is now left an orphan