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Oiga Compae (english) It is crying, crying, my guitar, accompanying my pain, accompanying me, they have been stolen, my she-ass, my blanket, my machete and my woman. Hear my friend, look how things are, heck ! they have been stolen, my she-ass, my blanket, my machete ... oh my friend, caray! oh my friend! This is like a stream of lava, heck! I cannot understand this, my friend, that my she-ass, my blanket, ... Look how it cries, cries, my guitar cries my pain, they have been stolen: my she-ass, ... |
