El Loco

At the shout of your mother from your land or the laborer
You didn’t want my wine or to dirty your kunu’ú
Before twelve-fifteen, a devil will arrive
So you can powder your leather and a few other things.

Chorus
You’re really crazy, you’re totally insane
You’re out of your mind and you’ve lost your judgment

You’re a lunatic, you’re really crazy
You’re a lunatic and you’ve lost your judgment.

After the party at the main command
Throw me some leftovers to kill the hunger
After a few coins, you’ll be part of the game
Nailing Christ to save the bread.

Chorus
You’re really crazy, you’re totally insane
You’re out of your mind and you’ve lost your judgment

You’re a lunatic, you’re really crazy
You’re a lunatic and you’ve lost your judgment.

With a few friends, you started to think
And you stole from the sick, taking bread from their mouths
They filled you with praise for your original idea
They give you a few whores to teach you how to jump

Chorus
You’re really crazy, you’re totally insane
You’re out of your mind and you’ve lost your judgment

You’re a lunatic, you’re really crazy
You’re a lunatic and you’ve lost your judgment.