El Cuestionario

If they ask where I come from, how many people I have
What I'm doing, what my role is
I'm an armed force, let that be clear
I won't give more information
For those who struggle, I bring seven cars
I forgot the last question

They want to buy my hides but I don't sell
What my two old folks worked so hard for
I'm not just anyone to be put up for sale
And I have my toston on strike
If you want to sing me a fistful of dirt, let's negotiate it
And we'll see each other at the showdown

They thought I was just a little torch
When they tried to steal my life
But what a big surprise they got when they saw what I held
It was my horn advocating for my life
Oh, what a beautiful trap I set that day
I left the swallows standing

They rang the bell over the disorganized sepapa
The law found them
The leaders disappeared and they managed to catch me
Fate played me a bad hand wrapped in the tarraya
Oh well, what was I going to do

Right now there's no signal, I only have two little ays, but no one changes companies
All this land is my territory and my battery never runs out
The loaders always go with me, one is for war
And the other one lifts me up

Glory to those who have left us
And good luck to those who stayed
To the government, all my anger
I hope the day comes when I can express it
May despair not visit the little school
And may the family continue to be respected
These are my most cherished wishes