Perro callejero
Era un perro callejero
No tenía más que venas
Dicen que murió hace tiempo
Y todavía lo tengo cerca
Sus padres, lo conocían
Solo a medias, y decían
Que su hijo era un mal bicho
Y ni la vida merecía
No son putas, son princesas
Y un castillo es tu pensión
Pon la cuchara en la mesa
Que va a empezar la función
Si te cortan la cabeza
Y te cuelgan de los pies
No veas la sangre que sale
Y cómo te puedes ver
Stray Dog
He was a stray dog
He had nothing but veins
They say he died a long time ago
And I still have him close
His parents, they knew him
Only halfway, and they said
That their son was a bad guy
And didn't deserve life
They're not whores, they're princesses
And a castle is your pension
Put the spoon on the table
The show is about to begin
If they cut off your head
And hang you by your feet
Don't look at the blood that comes out
And how you can see yourself