Lloran Los Putos Del Manya

There's something I won't forget
when in the gardens we went to look for them
and in a truck, the Manya escaped.

I knew the chicken was like that
if they didn't win, they started to leave
and he disappeared, the Manya abandoned.

And I was born a Bolso
and I go everywhere,
drinking wine with the gang
always cheering on the champion.

And I won't forget
what happened that day
you shot for being a coward
and ran for being a chicken.

The Manya's bitches cry
also the slum dwellers
let's put more balls
I come to cheer you on.

Today you have to win,
put more heart
we have to be champions
chicken someday, come and get us.