As time goes by i see my hands,
they tragically seems to be.
Two victims of reality,
two victims of hard work.
That i'm applying day by day,
what I could say to my son?
Im very tired,
i cant play with you.
What i produce just disappears
in the hands of the land property
and, why? because i do the best.
To keep my hands a little safe
so i can play with you all day...
yes, keep you in my hands all day...
¡One, two, three, go!
¡So i can play with you all day!
The way i wait you my fucking friend...
I'm sure i love you my son