La Corbata Colombiana
De pino es mi pijama
De cemento mis zapatos
Sonrío y trago agua
En el fondo de este lago.
Me arrancaron el peluco
Me lo metieron en la boca
Me dieron mucho
Tormento.
Y eso al final se nota
Esto es el cuarto oscuro
Se entra y no se sale.
El potro no cabalga
Y la doncella no es amable.
Este cable de calambre
En los sitios innombrables
Perdón si no es molestia
¿ Podría ya largarme?
Oye pana, no me gusta nada
Oye pana, la corbata colombiana
Oye pana, no me gusta nada
La corbata colombiana
No señor.
Agua por un embudo
Y la gota en la cabeza
La bañera ya está llena
Y la toalla no está seca.
Si querían darme un susto
Si querían asustarme
Con matarme o insultarme
Ya tenía yo bastante.
The Colombian Tie
My pajamas are made of pine
My shoes are made of cement
I smile and swallow water
At the bottom of this lake.
They ripped off my watch
They shoved it in my mouth
They gave me a lot
Of torment.
And that eventually shows
This is the dark room
You go in and you don't come out.
The colt doesn't ride
And the maiden is not kind.
This wire of shock
In unmentionable places
Sorry if it's not a bother
Could I leave now?
Hey buddy, I don't like anything
Hey buddy, the Colombian tie
Hey buddy, I don't like anything
The Colombian tie
No sir.
Water through a funnel
And the drop on the head
The bathtub is already full
And the towel is not dry.
If they wanted to scare me
If they wanted to frighten me
With killing me or insulting me
I had enough already.