La Reina (part. LA CEBOLLA)

Daughter of the street
Woman of El Chino
The Queen rules the business from her throne
The Queen likes the purples, the five hundred ones

She had a complicated childhood
She didn't talk much
She was rather quiet
She was better at
Adding and multiplying
She grew up in an orphanage
In the capital
Without the love
Of mom and dad
Full of emptiness
Bloody soul
Deep scars leave a mark
The devil's consort
The matriarch
The Queen is the one in charge
Wearing diamonds
Rocking a Rosalía flow
Controlling the points
Watching over the nurseries
And giving her share
To the police chief
Since she was a little girl she's been looking for
The brothels
Ever since the prince was in
The papers
Even though she doesn't belong
To the monarchy
The queen of the hideout
Is worshipped

My mother is the street
I look for money so it doesn't run out
Always scheming
I don't want to fail
I look for it myself
I don't trust anyone

El Chino is deep in it
He messes up
Always drinking, messed up
He gets high
He's crowned in white
Snorting since he wakes up
All day
He doesn't trust
He's the queen of the hideout
If you don't pay
He'll slash you with the machete
He looks Muslim
He looks Gypsy
He's Andalusian
Of Christian blood
The Queen and El Chino deal with the Mexican
Fifty thousand for the customs chief
Connected with the Russian and the Italian
They're being investigated by the American

My mother is the street
I look for money so it doesn't run out
Always scheming
I don't want to fail
I look for it myself
I don't trust anyone

What one hand does
The other shouldn't see
And if you give your word
You keep it no matter what
Honor and respect are earned
In the fight
Keep your mouth shut
And never believe
The truth

My mother is the street
I look for money so it doesn't run out
Always scheming
I don't want to fail
I look for it myself
I don't trust anyone