Oye Santa Claus

Listen Santa Claus, we need to talk
I don't know if you remember that last year you let me down
December came, it's right there on the corner

Christmas is upon us
While the children write their letters
You must be in a hurry filling up the sack

I'll ask you a question, my dear Santa
Why in my childhood you never ever brought me anything?
I ended up crying I don't know how many times

While my sad mother looked at me
To be honest, I missed a toy
You never remembered, tell me where were you?

Black boots, white beard, and hat
Laughs in a strange way, my friends used to say
I searched everywhere for the man in red
But not finding him, I gave up

For not knowing you, my eyes cried
It hurt my soul, that's why I ask you
Come around to my poor neighborhood
Where all the time the children wait for the chubby man
I hope you could open each envelope

Or bring whatever you want, here the intention is what matters
Fill up your cart, bring it to the brim
Don't rush for me, leave the ladder for another time

Black boots, white beard, and hat
Laughs in a strange way, my friends used to say
I searched everywhere for the man in red
But not finding him, I fell asleep

Listen Santa Claus, I no longer feel anger
It hurt my soul, that's why I ask you
Come around to my poor neighborhood
Where you are appreciated and the children eagerly await you
I hope you could open each envelope

Or bring whatever you want, here the intention will be what counts
Fill up your cart, bring it at a trot
Don't rush for me, leave the ladder for another time