I learned everything in the lleca, memories of yesteryear on that bench
Together with my colleagues, bandits of a neta
Some have already left, others behind the cells
There go the suitcases, full of notebooks
Pure speck that comes to them from Caliph
Profits leave us, but very alert
That the envious always stalk us
Ounces of pure white gold that I carry in my shoulder holster
The weekend has arrived and you know that this is crazy
Pure little people who know very well what awaits them today
And a little golden blunt to calm your ideas a little
Just like that, friend Jasiel
My boss's blessing never failed me, and we turned it around
To the situation and full of occasion
We carry a hundred cigars in our pants
They say I'm crooked, but I don't believe it
It is earned with effort and with a lot of courage
I'm not a governor, I don't care about anyone
And I have not done anything to those who did not deserve it
Ounces of pure white gold that I carry in my shoulder holster
The weekend has arrived and you know that this is crazy
Pure little people who know very well what awaits them today
And a little golden blunt to calm your ideas a little
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca
I learned everything in the lleca