La Ramera
Si tu piensas que me ha roto la mazeta
No te preocupes
Ya me acostumbre a regarla
Y ya te me estabas pasando de verde
Mañana te secas, yo me consigo otra planta
Pero que sea desertica, oh si, desertica
Pero que sea desertica, oh si, desertica
Asi si la riego no, no me preocupo
Porque ha de estar muy bien
Asi si la riego no, ya no me apuro
Como la regue contigo
Y que un solo jardinero recoja el fruto
No como tu que ya estabas recogida
Y si es que otros se animan
Pues buena suerte
A ver si no se espinan
Y te pareces tanto a una enredadera
En cualquier tronco te atoras
Y le das vueltas
Con tus ramitas que se enredan dondequiera
Y entre tanto ramerio
Ya te apodamos
La ramera
Y que un solo jardinero recoja el fruto
No como tu que ya estabas recogida
Y si es que otros se animan
Pues buena suerte
A ver si no se espinan
Y te pareces tanto amor
A una enredadera
En cualquier tronco te atoras
Y le das vuelta
Con tus ramitas que se enredan dondequiera
Y entre tanto ramerio
Ya te apodamos
La ramera
Pero q sea desertica, oh si, desertica
Pero q sea desertica, oh si, desertica
Pero q sea desertica, oh si, desertica
Pero q sea desertica, oh si, desertica
The Whore
If you think you broke my flowerpot
Don't worry
I'm used to watering it
And you were getting too green for me
Tomorrow you'll dry up, I'll get another plant
But let it be desert-like, oh yes, desert-like
But let it be desert-like, oh yes, desert-like
So if I don't water it, I don't worry
Because it must be fine
So if I don't water it, I'm not in a hurry
Like I watered with you
And let only one gardener pick the fruit
Not like you who were already picked
And if others dare
Well, good luck
Let's see if they don't get pricked
And you resemble so much a creeper
You get stuck on any trunk
And you turn around
With your little branches that tangle everywhere
And among so much whorehouse
We already nicknamed you
The whore
And let only one gardener pick the fruit
Not like you who were already picked
And if others dare
Well, good luck
Let's see if they don't get pricked
And you resemble so much love
A creeper
You get stuck on any trunk
And you turn around
With your little branches that tangle everywhere
And among so much whorehouse
We already nicknamed you
The whore
But let it be desert-like, oh yes, desert-like
But let it be desert-like, oh yes, desert-like
But let it be desert-like, oh yes, desert-like
But let it be desert-like, oh yes, desert-like