Hora de Levantarse, Querido

You dreamed of very professional little angels
Who got straight to the point playing gangsters.
You sleep hanging on the branch
That you skillfully soldered
And the core of the matter is your fear,
It's just your fear that is so pure
And so elegant
Sitting on your very syrupy finger.
Live because life is short!
(take them off the laurel)
No one wants your secret more than you...
No one but you.
You have the license to poison us,
You think boldly with very sour advice.
A toothless cannibal
Teaching how to chew,
Your business is very hard to explain
And easy to teach
Easy to teach
If you slept well.