China Hereje

If you leave, from my side, heretic china, it will maybe be to mock my misfortune you don't know silly china who I am
a good singer, guitarist and cane drinker, there's a good singer, guitarist and cane drinker...
My heart hurts with such violence, that I wish to tear it out of my chest and take it by the hand to your presence, and squeeze it tightly until it dies, oh and squeeze it tightly until it dies...
Boss, boss serve me more cane, a little bone has stuck in my throat, I've been living drunk for a long time, damn the little dog and the calandria... If you see my little chinese girl in the meadow, don't tell her brother about my disgrace or tell her how much I've cried like I cry oh sad misfortune, like I cry my sad misfortune...
Boss, boss serve me more cane, a little bone has stuck in my throat, I've been living drunk for a long time, damn the little dog and the calandria... If you see my little chinese girl in the meadow, don't tell her brother about my disgrace or tell her how much I've cried like I cry my sad misfortune, like I cry my sad misfortune...