The most cocoon of my class (what an element!)
I arrived up to parliament
And, in their mid-forties,
A short
Decorate with your suit
Blue deputy of the government.
Testify that you have succeeded
Your gut, which has gained weight
From the day
That an usher called him? Your Lord?
And I changed? his wife for an arp? a
Of operated breasts.
And while still being the same brute
He who did not know
Nor draw the or with a joint.
The super class of my class (what a heck!)
Rots on the bench
And, at forty-five,
Matarile,
And to the unemployment queue
For not having gone through the hoop.
Defeated, bald and stiff
He stayed? in the bones
That day
What pill? to his wife in full org?
With the member member (what's the iron!)
More fool of the congress.
And without ceasing to be the same wise
What, to make poetry?
I just had to move my lips.
And I'm not more
Ready or foolish that anyone,
To my forty and a few
Tacos,
You see, you?
Same
I'm still skinny,
Same skull,
Like before crazy
For singing,
For singing the blues
What happens on my ladder.
The most solid of my class (what a waist!)
Quote the beauty
And, at its forty-odd autumn,
Until the moo
From the genius of the husband,
Huy? with another less boring.
So much has prospered that a jaguar has released
The same day
In which the divorce? of utop? a
One guy with six zeros that he had
Signed a deputy.
And while still being the seductive
Witch that hid?
Under the skirt a calculator.
And I poor mortal,
That I have not enjoyed your hips,
To my forty and a few
Tacos,
You see, you?
Same
I'm still skinny,
Same skull,
Like before crazy
For singing,
For singing the blues
What happens on my ladder.
Otherwise, not even more
Not less than anybody
To my forty and a few
Tacos,
You see, you?
Same
I'm still skinny,
Same skull,
Like before crazy
For singing,
For singing the blues
What happens on my staircase,
By singing the twist
Of the true truths.
For singing ... the bolero that my concierge sings.
For singing ... a gypsy rumba and canastera.
For singing ... that tango the day you love me.
For singing ... crazy for annoying the tacky.
For dancing ... in the rain on the sidewalks.
For singing ... Vallenatos that love the beasts.
To sing ... until the sun rises through the antequera.
For singing ... with my cousin rosendo in his own way
To live ... always with people, always solateras.
For singing ... the rock and roll of the gas stations.
For singing ... a meringue stuck to a palm tree.
To sing ... on the way to Havana a habanera.
For singing ... a mambo with a tuxedo and a hat.
For playing ... that caravanchero guitar.
To sing ... today in Peking, tomorrow in Talavera.
For singing ... the bugui-bugui of the roads.
For singing ... all? in the big ranch a ranchera.
To sing ... as if the almanac did not exist.
For continuing ... giving the cante to the day that I die.
For singing ... a calypso against the corcuera law.
To sing ... if you put another round, tavern.
For singing ... on the street, in the curro, in the bathroom.
To sing ... less a bakalao whatever you want.
For whistling ... the step of a beautiful hairdresser.
Etc? Tera
Only among all we can make this a better place :)