Chorra

For being good you put me in misery
You left me on the palm tree
You stole even my color
In six months you ate my little market
The Casiya of the Fair
The hook on the counter
You thief, you even stole my love

Now I'm so scared of a mine
That if he sharpens me on the street
I put myself next to the button
What makes me the most angry
It's having been so stupid
A month ago I had breakfast
With what I learned yesterday
It wasn't me they caught

Your search for a woman
Today I found out that your mom
Noble widow of a warrior
It's the most famous idiot
Who has stepped on thirty-three
And I have learned that the warrior
Who died full of honor

He neither died nor was a warrior
How you deceived me
He is in jail on a record
As an agent in the Camorra
Teacher of club
Scoundrel and swindler

Between all of them they beat me to the punch
Your silhouette was the bait
Where I went to skewer
You swallowed the widow and the warrior
What it cost me ten years
Of patience and yoke

You, your old lady and your dad are stupid
Watch out, take care of yourselves because it is on the loose
If he catches them he turns them around
They don't have time to split
What makes me the most angry
It's having been so stupid