Finta de Fresa (feat. Oscar Maydon)

Strawberry feint sailing
A hundred hangs
The bloody sole
And it's not because of the war

He brings a forty strapped
Put in case there's a problem
Bullets never jam
If they have the right hands

I light a cigarette and pull guitars
An exotic drink to mix them
A pass from the búbalo
And the thirty-three never fails

Baseball is my sport
That's why I hit home runs on the Yankees

A fistful of strawberries and I get lost
With the team in the lockdowns

It's not just any life I carry
I've learned over the years
My dad gave me the license
To keep operating

I send a hug to the sky
For my uncles and my father
They left on the road
May God keep them

I light a cigarette, pull guitars
An exotic drink to mix them
A pass from the búbalo
And the thirty-three never fails

Baseball is my sport
That's why I hit home runs on the Yankees

A fistful of strawberries and I get lost
With the team in the lockdowns