Caliéntame La Sopa Con Un Hueso

My grandmother used to tell me that she sang all day
In the morning she always played with the hen
She repeated to me that life is pure life
That we had to play it, that we had to feel it

I like completo hot dogs, not the ones cut in half
The kids with their gestures, the saints managed
The bars with their old men, the women without their stories
Childhood is our homeland, Don Pedro used to say

Heat the soup with a bone for me
And let's dance kiss by kiss
If I don't have lettuce, I smoke that
Matilde, any news about the prisoners?
Weeks and weeks they've been far away
José, what happened with the boneless one?
Don't mention Trujillo, they are hollow