Señora Ester

I don't understand why Mrs. Ester
Calls him a faggot
Why she kisses another boy
And what's the big deal
If the real faggot
Is the one who steals at the station
The one who stabs from behind
The one who murders just to win
Hatred, I feel for that damn bastard
Who killed my friend
The fool doesn't imagine it will get much worse
You will die in pain, damn bastard

Mrs. Ester, I believe
Revenge is unnecessary
Because the one above
Knows how to judge others well
That's why I ask you to remember well
That the real faggot
Is the one who kills to win

Hatred, I feel for that damn bastard
Who killed my friend
The fool doesn't imagine it will get much worse
You will die in pain
Damn bastard faggot
For killing, you will suffer, remorse will consume you

Hatred, I feel for that damn bastard
Who killed my friend
The fool doesn't imagine it will get much worse
You will die in pain
Damn bastard faggot
For killing, you will suffer, remorse will consume you
Remorse will consume you
Remorse

Hatred, I feel for that damn bastard
Who killed my friend
The fool doesn't imagine it will get much worse
You will die in pain
Damn bastard faggot
For stealing, for killing, damn bastard you will die