| Come on my squirt come out
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| The greeting that I bring you on this day
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| It is the token of friendship that I gave you
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| If you are still asleep
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| Wake up so you can listen to my song
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| I only come accompanied by my friends
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| That they offer you their friendship just like me
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| Sleepless and cold the mariachis
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| They ask for something to warm us up
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| Orale comes the club
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| (To the bio to the bathroom of the saint Rra ra)
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| Please turn on the light, it costs you nothing
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| I want to dedicate another song to you
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| We are already waiting for you to open the door for us
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| And give us a glass of liquor
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| He is your saint and we have come to sing to you
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| The watchman listens to us very attentively
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| I beg you I beg you I ask you
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| You invite us into the dining room
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| And we don't come to scrounge
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| Several times the patrol has passed
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| And it puts us in a very difficult situation
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| If they take us to the boat it's your fault
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| For not giving us a faithful invitation
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| I swear to you that we do not come to the cap
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| Nor to receive your ingratitude
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| But it's sad that we came and went
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| Without making us a drink to your health
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| From so much singing and singing
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| My throat already hurts
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| He's almost going to throw us out of that dazed water
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| Orale look look you can see the little light up there
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| The lights are already on, my cuatachos
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| The saint's heard us and got up
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| Be ready to run if it throws water
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| Or another liquid that stains our honor
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| But look, the doors have already opened
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| Enter holy pilgrims please
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| And in unison let's not shout viva viva
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| And three batons for the saint who gave himself
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| To the bio to the bathroom of the saint Rra rra rra |