A Chingar a Su Madre
Raztlan
To Fuck His Mother
For the eyes that haven't looked at me
For the hands that haven't touched me
For the lips that haven't kissed me
And for the dreams I no longer dream
And that's why I ask you
Not to keep walking
On the ground I've formed
Listen, the path I've paved
With a little sweat
Yes, with very little sweat
But with a lot of passion
You see, it wasn't so difficult
To forget the nights
And those days of your feigned caresses
Your breasts, and your smile
Now I'm going to uncover myself
For I have muses to stalk
Many hands to hold
Some fights to fight
Many drinks to have
Some hangovers to cure
A lot of weed to smoke
And some leaps to take
My time has come to celebrate
Not having you anymore
To be able to laugh
At your face, at your crying
As you did once
When you had me at your feet
And today, luckily, it's the other way around
For the moon that hasn't shone on me
For the flowers I haven't stepped on
On the path I haven't walked
And the lovers who haven't loved me
To fuck his mother
For your father's bullshit
The pills you threw away
The times you didn't give in
The condoms you always asked for (so what?)
And the hotels you never paid for
To fuck his mother
For your aunts' harpies
Who were always saying
That I didn't deserve you
To fuck his mother
For the time you screwed up my life
To fuck his mother
For your father's bullshit
The pills you threw away
The times you didn't give in
The condoms you always asked for
And the hotels you never paid for
To fuck his mother
For your aunts' harpies
Who were always saying
That I didn't deserve you
To fuck his mother
For the time you screwed up my life
