Yo La Mate

I killed her and I am the lawyer of that crime
It may be that it is still injustice
Soon they will give me freedom

I killed her and I can assure, that my offense
Has only been like a scream
Of resentment and bitterness
For wanting to leave me

Tell me, Mr. Judge
What would you do!? If you found your wife
In the arms of the scoundrel who destroys
Your name; your peace and home

I killed her and I am the lawyer of that crime
It may be that it is still injustice
Soon they will give me freedom

Tell me, Mr. Judge
What would you do!? If you found your wife
In the arms of the scoundrel who destroys
Your name; your peace and home

I killed her and I am the lawyer of that crime
It may be that it is still injustice
Soon they will give me freedooom