Botija Rapado
Estuvo grabando paredes
Un rato antes de fugar
Del cepo a la bolsa
De la vieja colonia Berro
Y tarareando su la-lan
Quiso pilotear sus sueños
Y pasó la raya, la-lan-lan
Corazones y cada flecha en su lugar
Ventanas muy abiertas
En las paredes a la hora de matar
Empezó una vida nueva
Como su canción de la-lan-lan
Le metió, al fin, la ⅜
En la nuca a su papá
Turquito, tapame que hace frío
Y dame un tibio y rico culito de Poxi-Ran
Pudo cruzar el charco a tiempo
Y en el ferry tarareaba la-lan-lan
¡Zafó!
Baldy Rap
He was tagging walls
A little before he ran away
From the cuffs to the bag
From the old Berro colony
And humming his la-la-la
He wanted to steer his dreams
And crossed the line, la-la-la
Hearts and every arrow in its place
Windows wide open
On the walls at the time of killing
He started a new life
Like his song of la-la-la
He finally put the
To his dad's neck
"Little Turk, cover me, it's cold
And give me a warm and nice little ass of Poxi-Ran"
He managed to cross the pond in time
And on the ferry, he hummed la-la-la
He got away!