Mátalas

Friend, what's wrong with you? You're crying
Surely it's because of women's disdain
There's no deadlier blow for men
Than the tears and contempt of those beings

Friend, I'm going to give you good advice
If you want to enjoy their pleasures
Get a gun, if you want
Or buy a dagger, if you prefer
And become a killer of women

Kill them
With an overdose of tenderness
Suffocate them with kisses and sweetness
Infect them with all your craziness

Kill them
With flowers, with songs, don't fail them
Because there's no woman in this world
Who can resist the details

Wake them up with a serenade
On a non-special day, bring them flowers
No matter if she's the worst of the ungrateful
You're not a flawless saint

Friend, I'm going to give you good advice
If you want to enjoy their pleasures
Get a gun, if you want
Or buy a dagger, if you prefer
And become a killer of women

Kill them
With an overdose of tenderness
Suffocate them with kisses and sweetness
Infect them with all your craziness

Kill them
With flowers, with songs, don't fail them
Because there's no woman in this world
Who can resist the details