Angelitos - Rosendo

Es un atropello

Es tan crudo como indigesto

Son un libro abierto a posteridad

Que no hacen bien ni vivos ni muertos

Y aquí todos contentos o nadie en paz

Es un atropello

Ley en mano resultas molesto

Y muy poco tiesto para destripar

Si no hace ni sombra en porvenir incierto

Mas te vale tuerto que ciego total

Es pecado mortal, entrar a degüello

Es pecado mortal

Angelito, que duerman bien

Angelito, que duerman bien

Angelito, que duerman bien

Quien decide que va a ser dispuesto

Quien somete a perpetuidad

Quien se sale de todo contexto

Y quien se come esto entre pan y pan

Es pecado mortal, entrar a degüello

Es pecado mortal

Angelito, que duerman bien

Angelito, que duerman bien

Angelito, que duerman bien

Angelito…

It's an outrage

It is as raw as indigestible

They are an open book to posterity

That they do no good neither alive nor dead

And here all happy or nobody in peace

It's an outrage

Law in hand you are annoying

And very little pot to gut

If it does not make a shadow in an uncertain future

Better one-eyed than totally blind

It is a mortal sin, to go in to slaughter

It's deadly sin

Little angel, sleep well

Little angel, sleep well

Little angel, sleep well

Who decides that he will be disposed

Who submits in perpetuity

Who gets out of context

And who eats this between bread and bread

It is a mortal sin, to go in to slaughter

It's deadly sin

Little angel, sleep well

Little angel, sleep well

Little angel, sleep well

little angel…