The net of the nets
Today I sing to the conscience
Of a country that carries on its back
Crises that come and go
It is not a protest song
From the right or from the left
It's just the net
I never liked the grid
Not those bar fights
Of heated passion
But some servers
They have become too weak
They have no forgiveness from God
Some feel like artists
Appearing in magazines
Or on reality shows
Others are very populist
They do not accept mistakes
They invent plots
Some gamble in Las Vegas
And they even get chamaqueado
While taking videos
And they teach the world our corruption
And in the streets pure mischief
Either they kidnap you or assault you
How little truth from God
The bottom line Of the nets we are missing roosters
Croats from any corral
Giros, tight, red
Well trained
Birds with very good lungs
Those without fear They fight
To withstand the attacks
Of power and ambition
A good first-class cock
To take it away from anyone
With these chickens gentlemen
We are never going to put it together
And although we have honest specimens
With great ears that have known how to play
Even in their own pens
And in the decisive fights they stopped betting stories
Of those groups that betray
The national well-being
And don't let anyone offend me
Don't get me stuck
If I stepped on them I was dancing
/>I didn't want to hurt them
Constructive criticism
No one feels bad
Because it hurts whoever it hurts
It's the truest of truths, the pure truth

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