Moralito, recall that day
when you were in Urumita
and you didn’t want to play on the party.
You left at the daybreak.
It must have been just because of the very rage.
You left at the daybreak.
It must have been just because of the very rage.
When I play the accordion my notes are extensive,
nobody needs to correct me.
When I play the accordion my notes are extensive,
nobody needs to correct me
to let me play with Lorenzo
tomorrow on Saturday,
the day of the Virgin Mary.
…to let me play with Lorenzo
tomorrow on Saturday,
the day of the Virgin Mary.
He’ll defeat me or I’ll defeat him,
so that this annoying case ends.
He’ll defeat me or I’ll defeat him
so that this annoying case ends.
Oh! Morales, you won’t defeat me,
‘cause I don’t feel like giving up.
Moralito, you won’t defeat me,
‘cause I don’t feel like giving up.
What kind of arts, what kind of arts could
a Yumecan dumb like Lorenzo Morales present?
What kind of arts could
the one who was born in the cactus desert present?1
What kind of arts could
the one who was born in the cactus desert present?
Ay, ya yay!
Ay, ya yay!
Morales calls me son of a bitch,
just to offend me.
Morales calls me son of a bitch,
just to offend me.
To offend him too
I call him also son of a bitch.
To offend him too
I call him also son of a bitch.
He’ll defeat me or I’ll defeat him,
so that this annoying case ends.
He’ll defeat me or I’ll defeat him
so that this annoying case ends.
Oh! Morales, you won’t defeat me,
‘cause I don’t feel like giving up.
Moralito, you won’t defeat me,
‘cause I don’t feel like giving up.
Moralito, Moralito believed that he,
that he, yes, he, that he could win
and when he heard me playing
he shed the cold sweat.
…and when he heard me playing
he shed the cold sweat.
He shed the cold sweat,
it all went wrong for him.
After all, he deserved it
and it all went wrong for him.
Listen, Morales, you won’t defeat me,
‘cause you won’t, Morales.
No one will defeat me, no one...
1. Or: “…was born in the middle of nowhere…”.