I don't want them to wrinkle flavor
I look at them very eyes
Very eyes for the pigeon
They are going to be crazy
Like the one who is crazy on the hill
With me comes death
Of course she's a badass
And as my dad used to say
blame the dead man
In the land of the blind
The king will always be the one-eyed one
And as the camel said
It's quite desert here
Don't get in front of me
Don't let me splash you
Stand behind the line
Because I'm going to work
Leaves fall from the sky
To the one who is born for tamale
Do not play saints
Listen to those who pray to you
tree that is born twisted
His trunk never straightens
Only he who carries the backpack can know what it weighs
There are several snouts
That the train wants to stop me
They don't put me in anymore the noses
Because it can weigh them down
When the dogs bark at me
It signals that I am going to move forward
And as my dad used to say
You reap what you sow
A dog that barks does not bite
Be afraid of the quietest one
I dance to the sound they play for me
I like Pérez Prado.