A Las Niñas No Se Les Pega

Girls Should Not Be Hit

For God's sake, don't give her more kisses,
that you have hurt her so much,
that even that hurts her now.
Don't tell her she's your queen,
nor that you love her,
that she feels like the smallest,
of all the women.
Think that from mistreatment,
bad times are kept,
and the blows are the least painful.
Because you made her the queen of pain,
of sorrow, of insomnia,
that she is happier than herself,
even the woman of the same demon.

Close so nobody hears,
and look me in the face that
your father is talking to you.
Adoring a woman,
this poor father made you,
you were born and I even cried,
you sucked adoring a woman,
your mother's two breasts.
Oh my daughter-in-law,
full of bruises,
what a pity my daughter-in-law,
with how many times your mother told you,
girls should not be hit.
I know you mean nothing to her,
I have come to defend her,
because I feel guilty,
the children are crying with their grandmother,
let's see if you have the balls to hit her.

Just as you mistreat her,
because you are the strongest,
have the balls to leave her.
The wedding portrait,
how beautiful she looks,
she seems to curse even the time,
because it's better for her to live alone,
than in such bad company.
A scoundrel,
you have no other name,
son, you are a scoundrel,
who boasts of being macho and a man,
because she keeps quiet.
Because you are so cowardly,
start whenever you want,
son, you don't love anyone,
the children are crying with their grandmother,
let's see if you have the balls to hit her.

Don't swear to anyone anymore,
that you are sick or crazy,
for your father's dead.
I lived for you,
your father does not regret it,
where did you learn to be like this,
and that I didn't teach you, that I did wrong.
To the face, your father is talking to you,
look me in the face,
people tell me in the street,
and shame kills me.
That here they are not guilty,
the one who doesn't show her legs,
nor your father's dead,
the children are crying with the grandmother,
let's see if you have the balls to hit her.

They are the same animals,
and no matter how bad a son is,
he is the best for his mother.
And she doesn't want to see you,
because you hurt her so much,
in her woman's instinct,
and regrets giving you life,
how can you be so bad.
Oh your mother, my house is a madhouse,
what a pity for your mother,
who thinks she's the mother of the demon,
without hurting anyone.
Your mother is a little crazy,
you are not crazy or anything,
damn miserable,
the children are crying with the grandmother,
let's see if you have the balls to hit her.