La Maté Porque Era Mia
Me ha cogido la madera, a mi novia yo he matado
No saquen fotografías, tengo el cuerpo ensangrentado.
Yo era un chico muy decente, ella era una prostituta
Ya no usará la cama, ahora duerme en una tumba.
Me han llevado al calabozo y me han dado unas hostias
Me han dejado el cuerpo roto, mi cerebro no funciona
Y ahora mismo nada entiendo, solo veo periodistas
Que me dan algún dinero por salir en sus revistas.
Vaya jeta, vaya jeta, mucho morro, mucho morro
Yo no quiero tu portada, periodista escandaloso
No quiero que con su sangre puedas escribir mentiras
La maté porque la amaba, la maté porque era mía.
I Killed Her Because She Was Mine
The wood has caught me, I killed my girlfriend
Don't take pictures, I have a bloody body
I was a very decent guy, she was a whore
She won't use the bed anymore, now she sleeps in a tomb.
They took me to the dungeon and beat me up
They left my body broken, my brain doesn't work
And right now I don't understand anything, I only see journalists
Who give me some money to appear in their magazines.
What a nerve, what a nerve, so cheeky, so cheeky
I don't want your front page, scandalous journalist
I don't want you to write lies with her blood
I killed her because I loved her, I killed her because she was mine.