For the Marimondas of the world
There are words in the language that have gotten a bad name
And even though justice defends them, they're called vulgarity
That's the case of one of them, the one they mention most eagerly
For the good and for the bad, and that word is 'mondar'
And I'm going to explain it to you
Forgive me, my friends, for such big thoughts
If it's already in a document from the Royal Academy
That's clear and absolute, and in what's clear there's no dispute
To take the skin off a fruit, and that's 'pela'
And if luck doesn't want to love you
And if the bike won't start for you
And if the neighbor won't stop f*cking with you
Keep going and tell him that that's bullsh*t
When people surprise you again
Because something good had to happen to you
If it seems to you there's nothing better
Then you say that that's the sh*t
Oh, when will love come
And light up the souls of humanity
Oh, when will it be, prayed Velilla
Oh my God, what tongues there are in Barranquilla
It's gonna fall, it's gonna fall
This damn thing is gonna fall
It's gonna fall, it's gonna fall
Long live Junior, your daddy
So many things have already been said about this confessed word
They say it came from 'mon Dieu' the French ladies exclaimed
But in truth it's from Castile and means to peel
And there's just nothing like it for stress and discontent
Than shouting 'that's mondar' with total conviction
And if the one who has doesn't want to get it anymore
And if the one who kills won't stop killing
And if the one who lies won't stop lying
Keep going and tell him that that's bullsh*t
And if the team doesn't put passion into it
When the politician steals from you again
And if they don't dance to this beautiful song
Then you say they're not worth sh*t
Oh, what fault do I have for eating the alphabet
If I come from Spanish yet born Samarian
Oh, what fault do I have that people love me
If I'm happy with them even under a bridge