La Niñera Esta Muerta

She says she's the nanny, I see her as my sentence
she yells at me, sends me to get our pajamas
to brush our teeth and get into bed
she doesn't tell fairy tales
only stories of monsters that come out from under my bed
and when she turns off the lights, she leaves me thinking by my window

at night we wake up
to see if she fulfills her duty
and she doesn't care, just eats, just drinks
just screams, just watches TV
even though I repeat to her every moment
that I will accuse her when my mom comes
she just raises her fat arm
as if she were going to hit me

the clock has struck midnight
the nanny is back on the couch
let's take advantage of the opportunity and the moment
to get revenge before mom and dad arrive

don't tell mom
that the nanny is dead already
don't tell mom
that the nanny is dead
don't tell mom
don't tell mom
don't tell mom