Caldo Precoz
La Vela Puerca
Premature Broth
If they bother me, I start talking
And if they pressure me, I manage to endure
I show my teeth, I'm more ferocious
Your premature broth no longer serves me
He gathers his plague, the very wretched one
I feel like it and shamelessly
I give it
And I'm going to repeat
Shut up, please.
He sells his flesh to be normal
And my madness is not bad at all
It's very important not to seem
That one is honest to not lose
It's a sure thing to see her go by
Very slowly and to snitch
I give it
And I'm going to repeat
Shut up, please.
They have mistaken me for my illusion
I'm already involved and for being a bastard
I give it
And I'm going to repeat
Shut up, please.
