Crudelia
Mi cabeza es bomba a punto de estallar
y mi aliento huele a cloaca de ciudad.
La otra noche fue de juerga.
En bola nos clavamos a una fiesta,
nos fuimos derechito a la cocina
y acabamos hasta atrás.
A beber!
Celebrar!
Quien los invito?
-No, pus ya se fue.
-el que estaba aquí?
-Se fue a guacarear.
-Y ese otro de allá?
-El quiere bailar.
Mi cabeza es bomba a punto de estallar.
Traigo una crudelia, ya no vuelvo a tomar.
Y es que en la fiesta de anoche
mezclamos tepache con pulquito,
con un poco de anís y mezcalito
y acabamos hasta atrás.
A beber!
Celebrar!
-Yo empece a bailar,
luego me caí,
la mesa rompí.
Me intente agarrar
y tire el pastel.
No lo vuelvo a hacer!
Crudelia
My head is a bomb about to explode
and my breath smells like city sewer.
The other night was a blast.
In a group, we crashed a party,
we went straight to the kitchen
and ended up in the back.
Let's drink!
Celebrate!
Who invited them?
-No, they already left.
-The one who was here?
-They went to party.
-And that other one over there?
-He wants to dance.
My head is a bomb about to explode.
I have a hangover, I won't drink again.
And it's because at last night's party
we mixed tepache with pulque,
with a bit of anise and mezcal
and ended up in the back.
Let's drink!
Celebrate!
-I started to dance,
then I fell,
I broke the table.
I tried to hold on
and I dropped the cake.
I won't do it again!