Juan Alberto Tengo Un Problema (Chema)

Juan Alberto, listen to me I have a problem
I went out to hang out, but ended up writing a song
I also got sick with a throat full of phlegm
It's not really a problem, but it's my problem

With an ass in my face and cream in my stomach
Lacking words because the heart doesn't stop
I played all night with my cousin and her theorems
She says I'm her Pythagoras
This is the good one!

I'm not a cook, but I gave her a good dinner
We had relations and I caused gangrene
It seems like yesterday, when drunk from the party
I went down to the fountain and was amazed by my veins

Now that she has a son, I already have my sentence
Go with my anaconda through her jungle and how it burns
She said if it was a girl she wanted to call her Gema
But it turned out to be a boy and now we take care of Chema

Now we take care of Chema
Now we take care of Chema