La Mate Porque Era Fea
[Who are you? I'm maria, do you play with me?]
Si miro al pasado veo que todo es una mierda,
Volvería a la cama con la cara entre las piernas,
Compraría un hacha de esas que hay en las tiendas
Y empezaría mi hazaña por matar a la dependienta.
El pasado se me llena de sabor a hierbabuena,
De esa que no hay en la calle,
De esa que no hay en las tiendas.
Se me pone el culo lleno de cemento laboral
Y escupo al suelo,
Para no ponerme ahora a vomitar y vomitar...
Si miro al pasado veo que todo es una mierda,
Volvería a la cama con la cara entre las piernas,
Compraría un hacha de esas que hay en las tiendas
Y empezaría mi hazaña por matar a la dependienta.
El pasado se me llena de sabor a hierbabuena,
De esa que no hay en la calle,
De esa que no hay en las tiendas.
Se me pone el culo lleno de cemento laboral
Y escupo al suelo,
Para no ponerme ahora a vomitar y vomitar...
I Killed Her Because She Was Ugly
[Who are you? I'm Maria, do you play with me?]
If I look back, I see that everything is shit,
I would go back to bed with my face between my legs,
I would buy one of those axes from the stores
And I would start my feat by killing the shop assistant.
The past fills me with the taste of mint,
The one that is not on the street,
The one that is not in the stores.
My ass gets filled with work cement
And I spit on the floor,
So I don't start vomiting and vomiting now...
If I look back, I see that everything is shit,
I would go back to bed with my face between my legs,
I would buy one of those axes from the stores
And I would start my feat by killing the shop assistant.
The past fills me with the taste of mint,
The one that is not on the street,
The one that is not in the stores.
My ass gets filled with work cement
And I spit on the floor,
So I don't start vomiting and vomiting now...