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We continue there, from the recordings, my friend.
Compositions from here, your servant, says!
Pulled, old man
What hopes that I would give myself a treat?
Or at least invite your friends for a drink.
If with half-hearted work so as not to die of hunger
And for a bite I had to look for him
Giving me a beating to lighten my mood
But, I miss those times of little envy
Of good friends and sincere smiles
Today people look at a peso and extend their hand to you.
How much was needed when I was a kid
Not even for a glass of water, much less for a taco (Tamarindo)
I don't understand this world and its customs.
Nor why people are never satisfied
Those who don't have a single peso, want 20
He who has enough, wants double
I value things that are much less cold.
Like a tender hug from my beautiful mother
Having that gesture, one is never poor
Compa Ewin Perez
Like our friend Chino Bum, hello
Above the La Matanza neighborhood
For the jackal
It is better to have friends than money
Known by all and always proven
He who is a good friend is never behind.
And there are few friends and so much money.
He who is a good friend does not occupy the saints
(That's it, mate Felix, hello old man)
Just as fashions are fleeting
Money too, as it comes it flies
I already knew both sides of the coin well.
I was dancing around with him and I'm not ashamed
Thanks to that, I am the man I have been until now.
Always obeying what the bomb dictates
It is to be humble
It never goes out of style
There, just there, old man (Ea)
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