Abarroteria De Amor (en inglés)

Abarroteria De Amor
The mystery there Esab
brick house in that color
a red lamp at the door
and a yellow
abarroteria was one of love
tickets to hear about the taste
Sharing a bed
ladies with no name
The ghost of virginity
savings lost dignity

broke the piggy bank
touch the door and
There was no jealousy or mothers
I had to either invite them to the movies
there were no scenes in brothers
and less a damn lawyer
democracy was all
had no age or social class
if they complied with the tariff
you had your slice of heaven
four kisses, a pound of love
two hugs and a liter of sweat
a love abarroteria
I found my school teacher
to a gynecologist and an intellectual
Three songwriters drunk
and a governor
Do not get nervous, I said
a girl dressed in red
enters its fourth made a little boy
and out I was a gentleman
In school I talked about colon
and the multiplication table
but not mentioned
as it is the love
There was no jealousy or mothers
I had to either invite them to the movies
there were no scenes in brothers
and less a damn lawyer
democracy was all
had no age or social class
if they complied with the tariff
you had your slice of heaven
four kisses, a pound of love
two hugs and a liter of sweat
a abarroteria love.
In a small corner of love, there stood a brick house painted in vibrant colors, with a red lamp adorning the door. Inside, a quaint 'abarroteria' (small grocery store) was a gathering place for sharing stories and tastes of life...