La Araña

Sting! Oh, ahh
For Karina, sing to her beautifully as you know

Let me tell you something very strange
It happened far from here, in a distant land
It happened near there, one Sunday morning
The brothers in the church praised the Lord
And suddenly a drunkard headed to the altar
The brothers begged, begged the Lord

Take it off, take it off, take off the cobwebs
Take it off, take it off, take off the cobwebs
Very happy, the drunkard got up from the altar
And leaving the church, he said goodbye to everyone
The brothers very happy began to say
He took it off, he took it off, he took off the cobwebs
He took it off, he took it off, he took off the cobwebs

Ah, ah, ah
(Waiter, sing with all your soul)
Oh, aah

But after a while, the drunkard, drunkard returned
And the story of Sunday repeated itself
The brothers begged, begged the Lord
Take it off, take it off, take off the cobwebs
Take it off, take it off, take off the cobwebs

Once again, the drunkard, drunkard returned
The brothers wonder: What happened?
An elder replies: Something they forgot
Tell the Lord Jesus: Take off the cobwebs
But also tell Him: Lord, kill the spider

The drunkard never returned, never returned
He no longer has cobwebs; because the spider died
In the church with his children, he now sings this song
He took them off, he took them off, he took off the cobwebs
It died, it died, the spider also died
I'm happy, I'm happy, I no longer have cobwebs
I no longer drink liquor since the spider died
I'm happy, I'm happy, I no longer have cobwebs
I no longer need more since the spider died