Que Pena Me Da
Buitres
What a Shame I Feel
I see you in the galleries of some mansion
Drop the ball
Using the tutu on the sly
Debuting in the mess
Whiskey and partying
After having changed everything to dollars
Treating countrymen like idiots
And to the poor like your relatives
Gold fever
Ailments on television
Could it be that the Uruguayan curse has fallen on you?
They deceived you like a child and in your disappointment
You bet everything on the breeding of the marabou
Even your old lady said what was going to happen
Are you crying or are you laughing?
How sad it makes me to see you cry
How sad it makes me to see you cry
Oh, how sad it makes me
(How sad it makes me)
Oh, how sad it makes me
(How sad it makes me)
How sad it makes me to see you cry
Oh, how sad it makes me
(How sad it makes me)
Oh, how sad it makes me
(How sad it makes me)
How sad it makes me to see you cry
