La Perra de Despeñaperros (Según Sta. Francisca) (part. JEDET)

I'm the prey
I'm the bitch
You threw down Despeñaperros
I'm the last on your list
The clown in your circus of fools

The berry you turned
The edge of your blade
The neck
The inquisition of talent
The pill for nerves

The nail behind the door
The dead fish in the tank
The town and its hoarseness
The extreme that gets high
By damn, the egg to the right

The loose change
The collector
The most uneducated cultured
The whore of the clergy
I'm the Sephardic mother
The nameless one
The zaghareet howl

The eternal jarocha
The suitcase always packed
From your flesh, I'm the shell
The load-bearing wall, a plot
Like a mix of drugs and fame

I'm not the classic line
I'm the root, the one who created your Matrix
I'm the little air left by the corset
A stitch I learned to sew

I've given your girl a kiss
All so you can get rich
If I pull my teeth, I can bite you
I beat death time and again

I was reborn every February
I'm a lady, and respect is what I expect
I didn't leave, I didn't separate, I birthed you, I didn't stop
Stay in line
Step on the brake with your mouth, stop

Pure rebellion and never basic
I hit hard, like skin and Mastik
I'm the little air left by the corset
A stitch I learned to sew

I was always the spittoon of your bed
You're a dog, but one that marks
Neither mute, nor Jewish, nor Christian
Like the mix of drugs and fame

The revolution without truce
I don't beg anymore to be a mudéjar
Because my hands are green and my belly still has dirt
From when you exploded me and made me bow my head
That my vocal cords still bleed songhay

When you treat me like a slave and raise your eyebrow
Just like America is Latin
I'm the song back and forth
Remember that Despeñaperros
Has always been this bitch