Esta Morra No Se Vende [English translation]

With my old dress

I greet you and say goodbye

Of the emotional blackmail

On the cell phone screen

You search for the like of each day and your way to shine

What a bad luck

To be able to touch the sky

A girl and four wheels

Louis Vuitton uniform

Your pants are too big

A private jet, a brain

One more for the pile among the cement

But one thing is one thing

And another thing is another thing

And now your neoliberality is going to burden you

But, what do you think?

That this girl is not for sale

But one thing is one thing

And another thing is another thing

Why ponder if you can buy everything?

But do not forget

That this girl is not for sale

I have no price, vato

But one thing is one thing

And another thing is another thing

Why ponder if you can buy everything?

But you forget

That this girl is not for sale

But one thing is one thing

And another thing is another thing

You are not going to screen me

Money you can spare

But what do you think?

That this girl is not for sale