La maté porque era mía
Me ha cogido la madera
A mi novia yo he matado
No saquéis 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
Sólo 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 boy
She was a prostitute
She won't use the bed anymore
Now she sleeps in a tomb.
They took me to the dungeon
And they 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
A lot of cheek, a lot of cheek
I don't want your cover
Sensationalist 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.