Abarroteria de amor [English translation]

The mystery was there

in that brick house

a red light at the door

and a yellow signboard

It was a love market

a few bucks to taste the flavor

of a shared bed

with women without name

With the gosht of virginity

the saving losts the dignity

i broke the piggy bank

nock at the door and enter

There was no jealousy or mothers-in-laws

Nor did I had to invite them to the movies

There were no scenes or in-laws

And less than a fucking lawyer

it was all a democracy

There was no age or social class

if you complayed with the rate

You had your own little piece of heaven

Four kisses, half a kilo of love

Two hugs and a liter of sweat

Just a market of love

In there i found my school teacher

A gynecologist and an intellectual

Three drunk singers

And a governor

Do not be nervous

a girl dressed in red had said

I entered her room as a lil boy

and when i came out i became a man

In school they taught me about Colon

and the multiplication tables

But they didn't mention

How is the making of love

There was no jealousy or mothers-in-laws

Nor did I had to invite them to the movies

There were no scenes or in-laws

And less than a fucking lawyer

it was all a democracy

There was no age or social class

if you complayed with the rate

You had your own little piece of heaven

Four kisses, half a kilo of love

Two hugs and a liter of sweat

Just a market of love