El Sermón de Mi Mujer

And enjoying with Los Dotores
One night I argued with my old lady and told her dear
Why don't we square this situation?
I'm fed up with your nagging and your arguments
If it's too much trouble, you leave or I'll go
But she, ignoring me, kept on nagging
And didn't want to pay any attention
She walked back and forth all possessed
And with a trembling voice, she gave me this sermon

Listen to her, listen to her

And she told me I was a scoundrel, a tyrant
That I was shameless, a heavy drinker
That I was a womanizer, the most shameless
That I was a bad husband, rude and a brute
That I gave the girl everything, even the most expensive
That on the other hand, nothing for her, not even a simple market
That if I throw something at her, it's the most ordinary
And that I never take her out anywhere

But how dare you say those things, dear?
None of it is true
I don't deny I have my drinks
But I'm a saint everywhere
The thing is, dear, you'd like
Me not to go out except to work
And give you all my paychecks
And not spend a penny from my wallet

And that's how you're delusional, my life, and that's how you're delusional, my love
And that's how you're delusional, my life, and that's how you're delusional, my love
And that's how you're delusional, dear, because I don't give you that pleasure
And that's how you're delusional, dear, because I don't give you that pleasure

Fabio Rincón, enjoy it

And she asked me what had happened
To that love I had sworn to her
That I was just a sack of lies
Like the nests in a dovecote
That at the beginning, before we got married
I was an angel
And over time, I had become a devil
And that she was going to cut off all services for me
And she said that the handfuls of money
I grab all end up
In the liquor stores and dance halls in the city
And that I arrive in the early hours
All disheveled and all messed up
And smelling of alcohol and almost wanting to hit her

But how dare you say those things, dear?
None of it is true
I don't deny I have my drinks
But I'm a saint everywhere
The thing is, dear, you'd like
Me not to go out except to work
And give you all my paychecks
And not spend a penny from my wallet

And that's how you're delusional, my life, and that's how you're delusional, my love
And that's how you're delusional, my life, and that's how you're delusional, my love
And that's how you're delusional, dear, because I don't give you that pleasure
And that's how you're delusional, dear, because I don't give you that pleasure

And that's how you're delusional, my life, and that's how you're delusional, my love
And that's how you're delusional, my life, and that's how you're delusional, my love
And that's how you're delusional, dear, because I don't give you that pleasure
And that's how you're delusional, dear, because I don't give you that pleasure