Cienhuevos - Kapanga

Si te venden autos sin motores

Si te venden naipes sin el ancho

Si te venden plata que no existe

Si te venden días y es de noche

De todo lo que había hay un lleno

De todo lo que había no hay nada

Los hijoputa nos han dejado

Colgando con las uñas del mapa

Caemos…

Nos vamos a la mierda

Cienhuevos…

Cienhuevos…

Todo lo que es tuyo, ya no es tuyo

Todo lo que es mío, ya no es mío

Todo lo chupó la martingala

Artimañas

If they sell you cars without engines

If they sell you cards without the width

If they sell you money that does not exist

If they sell you days and it's night

Of everything that was there is a full

Of everything that was there is nothing

The motherfuckers have left us

Hanging by the map's nails

We fall…

we go to hell

Cienhuevos…

Cienhuevos…

Everything that is yours is no longer yours

All that is mine is no longer mine

Everything was sucked by the martingale

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