La Putukita (feat. Melody)

Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, lelo-lelo-lelo, lola
Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, lelo-lelo-lelo, lola

I carry the double path of one who bites their tongue
I carry the double path of one who bites their tongue
Singing my agonies to the world so they understand me
Singing my agonies to the world so they understand me

They call me The Little Bug because they don't know how to love me
They call me The Little Bug because they don't know how to love me
And because I don't need anyone to shelter me
And because I don't need anyone to shelter me

You who are called Juana in the morning
And Carmen at noon
Remedio in the afternoon
Lola at the end of the day

You who are called Juana in the morning
And Carmen at noon
Remedio in the afternoon
Lola at the end of the day

Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, Lelo-lelo-lelo, lola
Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, Lelo-lelo-lelo, lola

There are people who judge me with just one look
There are people who judge me with just one look
And then sell their lives as slaves without saying anything
And then sell their lives as slaves without saying anything

Forgive me, I am not yours even if you pay to see me
Forgive me, I am not yours even if you pay to see me
My party is aristocratic, with class in every detail
My party is aristocratic, with class in every detail

You who are called Juana in the morning
And Carmen at noon
Remedio in the afternoon
Lola at the end of the day

You who are called Juana in the morning
And Carmen at noon
Remedio in the afternoon
Lola at the end of the day

Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, Lelo-lelo-lelo, lola
Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, Lelo-lelo-lelo, lola

Look, my rings don't fall off
I prefer to wear them well
The divine one is divine
With or without money, with or without money, with or without money

Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, Lelo-lelo-lelo, lola

What can't be bought is sold
And what can't be sold is bankrupt
What you get is anger
For not having the art, the one that I have in abundance

Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, Lelo-lelo-lelo, lola
Lelo-lelo-lelo, lolelo, Lelo-lelo-lelo, lola

That art of yours and mine that we have in abundance