Chorra

For being good,
you put me to misery,
you left me in the palm tree,
you robbed me of even my color.
In six months
you ate up my little market,
the almostya of the fair,
the crochet shop, the counter...
Bitch!...
You even stole my love...
Ahura,
a girl scares me so much,
that if she sharpens me in the street
I'll stand next to the button.

What makes me most angry,
is to have been so stupid!

If a month ago I had breakfast
with what I learned yesterday,
it wasn't me that I was caught
your woman's gossip...
Today I find out that your mother
noble widow of a warrior',
is the most famous bitch
that has ever stepped on the thirty-third!
And I have learned that the 'warrior
who died full of honor,
neither died nor was a warrior
as you have made me out to be.
He is in prison as an agent of the camorra
as an agent of the camorra,
professor of the truncheon,
crook and swindler!

Between all of them
they peeled me with the zero,
your silhouette was the hook
on which I went to thread myself.
They swallowed
you, 'the widow' and 'the warrior', swallowed up
what cost me ten years
of patience and playing...

What a load of crap!
You, your old lady and your father,
Watch out!
Be careful because she's on the loose,
if she catches you, she'll turn you around,
she won't give you time to crack.

What makes me most angry,
is to have been so stupid!