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To go through the thorns
I wear the cowhide ones
The dogs that bring güina closer
Leave that on the sidewalk
Whoever gets close to me knows that I give him croquettes
I am not a fallen tree
So they can make me firewood
So that they can beat me
They can't even take me with an axe.
If I didn't die little, I'll die when I want.
If they know that the male is wild
Don't be scared if it repairs
Why when falling from the back
You may get kicked
If you don't know the chorus
Don't whistle it, it's sung
Here's a piece of advice for all the envious people out there.
Work, and pure Tamarindo Records
What the dog does is not for the cat
Even if the dog is not at home
Seeing the plate overflow
They behave like rats
The shotgun for the ducks, and the cow gives us milk
He who is born to be a tamale,
The leaves fall from the sky
And to those who are not given
They seek to rob you
When they want to untie themselves, they are seized by anguish
They don't envy you for what you have
If not because you don't have it
And falling into their nets
The fallen one is kicked
It is of no use to taste honey, if envy advises you
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