Torturador - V8

Ya se murió el molar

Sucumbe tu voluntad

Tu desesperación

Te impide enfrentarte

A ese profesional

De la tortura bucal

De la sutil inyección

Escuchar y escuchar

Toda su simple versión

Tu temor, tu dolor

No importan a un profesional

Y sus años de facultad

Y sus años de aprender, conmigo

Abrir la boca

No ver nada en la luz

Y un gotear de terror

Madre del dentista

Y la parrilla, un triste principiante

Confesa, cual pasta dental es la que usas

Quien te la dio

quien te la vendió

no es un tipo normal

Lo voy a mandar a buscar

no sabe de belleza dental.

The molar has already died

Succumb your will

your despair

prevents you from facing

to that professional

of oral torture

Of the subtle injection

listen and listen

All its simple version

Your fear, your pain

They don't matter to a professional

And his college years

And his years of learning, with me

Open mouth

See nothing in the light

And a drip of terror

mother of the dentist

And the grill, a sad beginner

Confess, which toothpaste is the one you use

who gave it to you

who sold it to you

not a normal guy

I'm going to send for it

does not know about dental beauty.