El Chico de La Tapa

(Hello, hello? Cardozo? Listen to me here in Villa Clara)
Principal 4-27 we have one who is one of the little heads
Blacks)
The guy on the cover was selling flowers in Corrientes yesterday
Then he lost his girlfriend in a ward at some hospital
And today kindly and with a big smile on my teeth
He stops you on the street and if you don't give him he tells you to go to jail

If the police don't treat you very decently
If the truckers don't take you where you're going
He walks back to the dock very calmly
With the 22 in the pocket of the rolling paper

A few years ago I was hitting the streets
Making peace and selling postcards
The world is full of sons of bitches
And today the route is especially full
I'm not going to die of love

The boy on the cover has some unfinished business
His mother is out drinking and his brothers are drinking at the bar
And on Saturday afternoon on the court you hear a single scream
Dock Sud already had a son and they named him Arsenal

And the bearded men, the snobs and the pains in the ass pass by
Tanks, stars, magazines and the federal
And I laugh in everyone's face, they are idiots
An angel watches over me and protects me in this city

I always lived in the devil's mouth
Being born, dying and being resurrected
The world is full of sons of bitches
And today the route is especially full
I'm not going to die of love
I'm not going to die of love
I'm not going to die of love
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no