Quien Me Enseño

Who taught me to be rough
Who taught me, who taught me
If in my mother's belly
There was neither school nor blackboard
And supposedly I was born a boy
Because in the game there was a missing pawn
Who taught me, who taught me

Who taught me to be rough
Who taught me, who taught me
If I grew up among doctors
With pickaxe, hoe, shovel, and pasture
And supposedly I got stuck
Because I didn't want to be a crackling
Who taught me, who taught me

Who taught me to be rough
Who taught me, who taught me
It's a shame I don't understand
Fine language to be a gentleman
And as the boss once said
That in England they speak better
The boss told me one day

Who taught me to be rough
Who taught me, who taught me
To be so stubborn
And not to endure the procession
Maybe it's because the wise one didn't learn
That hunger only fattens the hungry

Who taught me, who taught me
I know I am bone and flesh
Soul and conscience
People and sweat
That's enough for me
To be a rough one who raises his voice
With no other reason than the reason
Of the one who doesn't want to be a crackling
Who taught me, who taught me
Who taught me, who taught me
Who taught me