Imaculada

Immaculate Lady of the Pastries
Make the wine
Not run out in the tunnels
And the firewater

Be stronger every time
I swear and will swear
I will drink until death
When I die

I don't want tears or screams
Beside me
I want five five liters!

Go, go up, go up
And go down
Go, go to the center
Go to the center and bring it down!