Las malas compañías [English translation]

My friends are good-for-nothings.

They show up shamelessly, drink stright from the bottle,

they shove the slogans up their asses

and make fun of important matters.

My friends are rascals

who grope the ladies in the butt,

who make holes in the bathroom

and they're kicked out of the parties.

My friends are comfotables

who pee in the middle of the street,

they answer with nobody questioning

and play the spoof without coins.

My holy mother

used to say to me:

"be careful, Juanito,

of bad companies".

That's why with my friends

I judge them fairly

and I have them well picked,

they're the best of each home.

My friends are criminals,

convicted for catching dreams on the fly,

who clap when the sun climbs to the sky

and open their hearts like flowers.

My friends are unexpected dreams

who look for their philosopher stones,

wandering around sordid suburbs

where the gods come down without being seen.

My friends are trustwothy people

who come when they know I wait.

If death rubs them they hide it.

Because for them frienship comes first.