Ramiro de Leon

They don't go
To believe
My friends
I went
Poorer
That you
Also
I went
Peasant
Respectful
With the laws
But time
What we live in
Play
Clean
I don't know
Can
I was throwing myself away
To get
With the rich
From my town
I sowed
My sesame
In the fallows
From the hill
Paying me back
Two in a row
Thousand
I never took out
Neither the money

Now
My crops
They are others
From before
I don't even remember
I put on
To think
The things
I wanted to premiere
New car
And I planted it
Pure weed
To the ravines
From the hill

Now
I walk
Very elegant
They already tell me
Mr. So-and-so
I have two
Or three
Lovers
And some
Trucks
Of the year
Money
To spend
Daily
Alive
Taking
And if
I'm armed
The relaxation
Then bills
When
Disbursement
Two
Three bundles
Of those
What do they bring?
The deer
The police
And the ardos
They even scratch me
The hands

Let them sing to me
The truckers
My corridos
And songs
In the end
To the cemetery
I have not
To take away
The millions
Bring beer
Barman
That in the end
The hill
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