El Mazo

If you have a bed and sleep on the floor, don't be afraid
The sea's boss and the land's calf, said a butcher
Eyes that don't see, heart that doesn't feel (eyes that don't feel,
Heart that doesn't die)
Praying to God and hitting with the hammer... praying to God...

And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
The sea's boss, said the butcher..
Hitting, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
The sea's boss, said the butcher...

Yesterday whores, today with mothers
Depending on where the wind blows
Oh, the laica la maiera (?)
And once you get there, you stay
I dance well and you kick me out of the circle,
Come on, go dance with the ugly one
She's very ugly, but she's lucky
And let the current take me away

If I don't believe you...
I don't believe you anymore...
I don't believe you...
Because I only look at God

And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
The sea's boss, said the butcher..
Hitting, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
The sea's boss, said the butcher...

The early bird doesn't always catch the worm
The early bird doesn't always catch the worm
I stay here, praying to my truth
It's better to have, than to meddle... ah!
What's mine, is mine... what's yours, is yours...
I stay watching, and I don't care
The good and the cheap never come in any shoe
And what's mine, is mine... what's yours, is yours...

And I don't believe you...
I don't believe you anymore...
I don't believe you...
Because I only look at God

And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
What's mine, is mine... what's yours, is yours...
Hitting, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
Hitting, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
The sea's boss, said the butcher...
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah

If you have bread and lentils, why complain?

And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
And hitting with the hammer, yeah yeah
What's mine, is mine... what's yours, is yours...
Yeah, yeah