Las cosas por su nombre [English translation]

The things for your name without lies,

We have costumes without labels, but we see them deluxe.

The polished doodle, the notable insult,

The handbook of Carreño will delete this side,

Nor your ministry, nor monastery, nor money,

Which, by the way, comes from our taxation,

All is completeness you with statue,

That can leave tribute,

Falls well for falls well, it doesn't tell what you think

Because they can demolish you, live with fear to the mier--

Nor Chicha, nor lemonade that light thing with flavor to nothing,

Sour cream, it doesn't fit the input.

To the mier--, to the con--, to the chu--

We have the most perfect rosary, the things for your name,

To the mier--, to the con--, to the chu--

We have the most perfect rosary, the things for your name.

You don't like the weird people,

I don't like the homophobes with no face,

Love is free... you know? For it's less that we leave,

Or my grandma said that, It's better to be alone than in bad company.

Surrounded by good people wave that it doesn't want to break plates,

The things for your name, nor fu nor fa,

Here the truth the good wave doesn't fit more,

That if your ministry says that I don't have artistic protection,

That they have caution that they're going to close the doors,

But to be clear, no one was open.

To the mier--, to the con--, to the chu--

We have the most perfect rosary, the things for your name,

To the mier--, to the con--, to the chu--

We have the most perfect rosary, the things for your name.

To the mier--, to the con--, to the chu-- chu chu chu

To the mier--, to the con--, to the chu--