Supercopleras

I quit a good-paying job because I have more than enough fortune.
Now I live off the poison because I am a copla's flesh.
Silk fang, kryptonite heart.
The dumbest of the flowers, the prettiest of the mud.
The comb tattooed like a serial number.
In love and sorrows, I play in the open.
But I don't give fear not even a thorn of my bones.
Because I know I'm not alone when kisses kill me.

Battalion of tough women who face life head-on.
The recipe is the unity of our brave flesh.
Battalion of queens, those who want to join.
And are free from ties.
Our thing is tough copla and we're going to celebrate.

The lily is no longer the lily, she lost her sorrows.
She only cries when she fucks, she's let her hair down.
And in the Levant café, she throws kisses with treasure.
The blackberry answers: I beat flesh over gold.
When we have our encounter, what forms is a crime.
No way the sex pistols beat us in toughness.
Pass me that chocolate, tell me another little story.
The one who doesn't bite doesn't eat, the one who doesn't eat takes from us.

Battalion of tough women who face life head-on.
The recipe is the unity of our brave flesh.
Battalion of queens, those who want to join.
And are free from ties.
Our thing is tough copla and we're going to celebrate...