La Triste Cagalera
Rosendo
The Sad Shits
What a shame, if you had
What you should be ashamed of
To stir up his brain
To the persistent fool
Never satisfied ambition
And by the law of condensation
Only thinks until
The wind blows in his favor
To feed the discomfort
The endemic liar
Gets angry with bile
And in his own retort
He is capable of brewing
Oh my god!
If he could avoid the sad shits
Hurry, it's time, the occasion
For our own good
And our salvation
Ignite in the unconscious mind
That approves without horror
The beginning of destruction
And the endemic liar
As a final decision
Brandishes his steel dagger
To fight evil
What a shame, if you had
(Oh my god if he could avoid the sad shits)
What you should be ashamed of
(Oh my god if he could avoid the sad shits)
To stir up his brain
(Oh my god if he could avoid the sad shits)
To the persistent fool
