Si Yo Tuviera 17

I am the f**king beast of Rock
I have the crazy thing of Jazz
The optimism of Reggaeton
And the tough stance of Waltz
I bring the confusion of Ska
And the certainty of a Ranchera
I have the patient rush of Rap
And I drag the lightness of pop the most

And you are seventeen
And the best tits in the whole city
Just one candle left to blow
You only talk to me about f**king
How f**king eager I am to sing

I am the black shadow of the Hit
And I sing with the resentment of a bolero
I break balls like a mariachi
And I'm heavier without studs or leathers
I seek the freedom of Rumba
But I am a prisoner of my candombe
Like the polka, I dance drunk
And I f**k up all folklore

And you are seventeen
And the best ass in the whole city
Just one candle left to blow
You only talk to me about f**king
How f**king eager I am to sing

I am the old d**k of Folk
I have the dense grace of Blues
A milonga in the heart
And the stubborn head of Punk

I can bore you like a murga
I only carry the nickname of Zamba
I have the tenacity of cumbia
And I bring a Mambo that is not danced

And you are seventeen
And the best legs in the whole city
Just one candle left to blow
You only talk to me about f**king
How f**king eager I am to sing

Blow it happily