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And now we're fighting over this one, buddy, he says...
Your friend Carín León, thank you very much, friend.
And his name is "El pesudo" (The Pesudo), and what a badass, man!
I have pesos to throw down
I have pesos to throw up
Even if I dress in a blanket and sandals
You don't spend my money on tortillas.
They call me lazy because I'm everywhere
Because on the streets they see me from side to side
Why do I work if I don't need to?
I have mules that pull the plow
Why do I boast about my suit and tie?
As the new wave boasts
They are styled, combed and ironed
But they don't even have enough for a soda in the bag.
I have few friends in the world
I always cut off the interested friend
If they pull, I pull, if not, we stop there.
Better alone than in bad company
There we are, my friend.
Your friend Carín León, thank you very much, my brother
And we left, old man, let's go!
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