Contando Lunares [English translation]

Good day, good evening to gentlemen and princesses.

I don't understand litalian, my Italian is from the area

il bambino don patricio and cruzzi cafunotti

From the square and from the Caletta for the whole world. Ham pizza, tropical pizza, pizza tropicale bread with garlic,

large coca-cola

I hope you enjoy Patris disco

Come on, hesitate a little

That although I'm going crazy,

I love it and you know it

And if she is crazy, my crazy. I know who you really are. And not what they know. That girl makes me crazy. I almost went to the beach, counting moles

Now come where you know

The truth is that meeting you wasn't on my plan

Look, that day a strong creep.

Everyone on the beach, bouncing no?

All hangovers, that night was a lot. And to recover from the puddle with the sun in the neck.

We were with Kuko and the Viti, calm bunch

And suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong perotes appeared. That goes in, out there, throwing us kiss'

I turn for a note and say: "Patri, what about that?"

I swear, I do not know how to explain it

It was from outside, from La Restinga or something

It was beautiful and he was sorry, he saw that we were looking at it. That he purposely threw himself on the pilot to splash us. And when it came out of the water. All super cantosos in plan.

We approach to speak, in plan, to see what arises

And he lets go: "No, there are no more, if I came with Uge"

Don Patricio, mommy, give me the vena'o

Play with the tazos and the bollycao

I think a lot, she has me crazy

But tell that little girl that I'm not married

Your clothes in my messy room

Leave that guacho, guatón, culiea'o

It's been a summer since we gave you summer

But the day of the concert is sold out

Wrinkled potatoes, mojito, pesca'o

Make yourself a fontana, little tumba'o

I came to look for you but, Mommy, what do you have?

Oh, if I put it on you

Pure cream, rice with beans'

Get rid of spices, Mommy, to the point

And tell him that dancing I met you

And that we enjoy it

Pa 'inside, f*ck

I have good thorn

Eating a slice

Pure vitamin

I can not find work

I do not want another life

Little bit down

Little bit up

Pa 'inside, f*ck

I have good thorn

Eating a slice

Pure vitamin

I can not find work

I do not want another life

Little bit down

Little bit up

(Tell them the roll ', Patri) Mommy

Come on, hesitate a little

That although I do the loquito

I love it and you know it

And if she is crazy, loquita mine

I know who you really are

And not what they know (Aha)

That mommy has me crazy

I almost do not take a beach, counting moles

Now come where you already know

The truth that knowing you did not enter my plane ', ah, ah