El ritual de los pibes atentos

It pisses you off to see yourself like this
Throwing around your refined palate
Gestures typical of a cannibal
Little woman who conquered the street

You sharpen your fangs, pulsating
The ritual of the alert kids
Like a stake about to pierce
The gaze to the horizon

You hide your sweetness, it suits you
Gestures typical of a cruel girl
Soft lips tempt crime
Until when to fight with the feat

You sharpen your fangs, pulsating
The ritual of the alert kids
Like a stake about to pierce
The gaze to the horizon

You squeeze juice out of the heart
One more day, maybe it won't hurt you

You sharpen your fangs, pulsating
The ritual of the alert kids
Like a stake about to pierce
The gaze to the horizon