ABC [English translation]

Put on cheap jewelry, go barefooted and with heels

Get pretty for you, for you, for you

I'm apprentice of witch, of shaman, from Madrid of grandmother if life would let me

What you hold, you never have and what you let free always gets back, doesn't drown

Now I feel good and motivated and take my tongue (dog) out for a stroll, ah ah

No, no, no, no, I'm not used to , no

I'm not used to, no

I'm not used to, no

of not being able to drink in the street,

to your foolishness

I'm not used to your babbling

I'm not used to that

I'm not used to that speed at the time to think

a little bit

I'm not used for all that fuck with K

I'm not used to that much of perverted police

I'm not used to, tell me who do you trust

I'm not used to look and can't find them nor the things go well for me

I'm not used to half the world sleeping with us relaxed & in the other half they die in thousands the children

No! I'm not used to

I'm not used to those intending to limit my liberty,

that my dad & mom gave me at birth

I'm not used for there's no house for everyone

when earth is no fucker possession, it's for anyone on it born, grew, lived and worked

I'm not used to having to pay to get buried

ah!

We are, for what we lock ourselves

I'm not used to your manipulation, to your trap, your lie

The best actors come together in politics.

I'm not used to live without sun, ol, ol, ol, o

I'm not used to live without sun, ol, ol, ol

And whenever I want to take a nap, I get a party but don't get close as I'm not accustomed to the false pretenses and I can slap you with an open hand

I'm not used to those who wanna give me orders

Order against order, disorder

messing up my life finding the order that i didn't have and the way to get ahead

My path is not drawn on the road, doesn't have tracks, goes across the field, goes across the field, goes across the field.. X2

And while I'm not used to so much subordination, look how hard it is for us to know this this and no, to many bad calls, to much lack of communication between you & me, between us

I'm not used to; we don't see that, the power is

in our hands, but we close our eyes and suck the poisonous candy they give us no, no, no

I'm not used to that much crap in the fields, to many sons of bitches bottle suckers (users, living off others) , poking their snout (nose) in other dinning rooms while theirs have it all

I'm not used to that much, I'm not used to that much, I'm not used to that much, to that much dead inside.

My path is not drawn on the road, doesn't have tracks, goes across the field, goes across the field, goes across the field.. X3

• Artist:Bebe
• Album:Un Pokito de Rocanrol