El Diablo, El Santo y El Tonto

They all call me the saint
Because I sanctify the naughty girls
I ask them to close their eyes
And put the beak close to me

With two model kisses
They stay still like little angels
And then they ask me for another and another and another
And another little kiss

The devil has already known
That they call me wherever I go
Maybe because to my rivals
I always paint their skull

Mischief like the ones I do
Make many of them want me
And you won't escape from me
You'll want me in a thousand ways

I'm a fool, a little fool
And on top of that, they overwhelm me so much
If I should cry, I don't cry
And even if it hurts, I just endure it

When it comes to love
They don't even come close to me
I walk with the flag of a fool
A fool, but not that much

The saint, the devil, and the fool
We are three roosters that don't back down
If we die for love, love itself raises us
Oh riata, don't burst, we just need one more pull