Roberto MonsiÑo said to Tiodora
Respect the way I bring a gun
I bring it with eight shots
And they go with a delicatory
Your call is requested
Ami it burns me your face
Looking at you dressed in
Fitted clothes
All the men look at you
And nothing suits me
Well, I didn't want my parents
They have Given that I will be asked
When she has married me
I am not going to spend my life
With a bitter jealous man
Don't be so flirtatious
Be more decent
She He answers with a smile
Well, it's not my fault
Because I was born pretty
I take out the gun to threaten her
But Tiodora Lea refutes the gun
With it the eight shots
I buried them in my soul
Then they were sorry but
The judges saw Tiodorita
Very fit than freedom
They only gave her because she was pretty
Roberto has left, she has stayed
Rolling sighs when she got married
To give pleasure to life
With her fitted dress