(They're not going to ruin their party)
(Nothing has happened here, this is a friends' party)
(What happened is that they drank too much)
(And because of the girls, you know)
(These guys get rowdy, but) (well)
(Out)

Time to philosophize
Here they don't say "to be or not to be"
Here they say "is that a bullet or gunpowder?"
Taxi drivers say "I don't go there"
They closed the street, it's going to be a big mess (oh)
A dirty trick is a raffle
The cops prohibit them
But they receive Christmas donations
Smells like new, even the dead are brand new
A stream for the souls
Don't step on my sneakers when you pass
The gospel of John Pachanga says
"Come to my house, multiply the fish, the wine and the women"
Beware, the stew is still on the terrace
This is paradise for that
People don't rest until they see the sun
Between gifts and funerals
The recipe is, two cups of nostalgia for one of joy (oh)
I put in twenty thousand to kill this drought
I have several dead people stuck in my throat
Fireworks from a hill
Watch out for that car, it's passed three times, pure prosecution

Who sees her so proud, ha
And last night I danced with her
Two blocks from the pool hall
It struck 12 and we shot off to the beyond
Who sees her so proud, ha
And last night I danced with her
Two blocks from the pool hall
It struck 12 and we shot off to the beyond (oh)

Yo, The Christmas bonuses have arrived
Holiday days with bitter surcharges
Medallo is a manger
The saints are bigger than the houses of the poor
To buy a sound system they pawn the TV
I serve liquor, I serve as a drunk, I serve as a guarantor
The season is hot, they buy even a hole
Without a Christmas tree, they drink straight (oh)
In the doll's dance
"Sweetheart" by Rodolfo and "Cardboard Puppets" sound
Everything is paid on credit
Layaway plan for the police
The clown fell asleep and they painted him
"We'll talk next year", they told the one who gives credit
Without a helmet and against traffic
Have you bought the incense?
Everything for the last day
To the son of Mrs. Consuelo (they stole)
The money from the natillera (for a bun)
They didn't bring and they complained
Life is also a gift, but they never understood it (oh)

Who sees her so proud, ha
And last night I danced with her
Two blocks from the pool hall
It struck 12 and we shot off to the beyond
Who sees her so proud, ha
And last night I danced with her
Two blocks from the pool hall
It struck 12 and we shot off to the beyond

My lifestyle is a December of 300 days
My lifestyle is a December
Of 300 days

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