Compadron (part. Héctor Maure)

Little buddy with an attitude
If Juan Malevo saw you
He'd make you sweat

You don't even have a piece
Of that mud splattered
By the waiters around here

The shield of the tough guys
Doesn't include you
For reasons of worth

Your buddy trim
They fooled you, don't doubt it
You'll know why

Compadre
With a record of cunning
Among the buddies
Who follow you

You're to me
Even if it hurts
A buddy without education
A scrap of a big shot

Compadre
When you're old and alone
Compadre
And you look at your picture
You'll notice
That you've done nothing
Your shattered obsession
You'll see crumble

Even if you search in your words
Picturesque embellishments
To equip yourself with style
I say to myself quietly
God help you, buddy
Made of papier-mâché