Dandy

Dude,
now they call you
those who didn't know you
when you were
you were a terran,
because you pass for a good boy
and now they think you're a great big shot;
but I know, dandy,
that you are dry, and in the neighborhood
they talk nonsense,
to your discomfort...
When they know that you are a confidant,
your friends at the café
will pity you.

You were born in a cradle
of malevos, calaveras,
and other weeds...
However, who would have thought!
in the circus of life
you were always a kid.
Among the people of the underworld
you had no performance,
but the pipiolos say
that they have spread the word
and they have found that you are
a great beater...

Dude,
instead of giving yourself
so much cut, think a little bit
about your old lady
and her pain.
Your poor sister in the workshop
her life is given with all her love
and at night
her sick soul,
with that of her little mother
are suffering as one...
But one day,
when it snows in your head,
your sister and your old lady
you will cry.