They gave me a baby
and I make him eat paper
so when he goes hungry
like his mother did
rummaging through garbage
he'll eat those wrappers
I roll him in the shit
and smear him with tar, like a pijuán
so when there's no work
he won't be afraid of falling low
and even as a scribe
he'll be able to wash anuses
crib of colors
crib of colors
crib of colors
this little one has
I soothe his pains
I soothe his pains
I soothe his pains
with insecticide
he has a crib of colors
and I paint myself blue, and brown
so when he goes blind
and is very afraid
he'll remember in his abyss
all this chromatism
and I soothe his pains
with the Flit machine
so when he gets sick
and can't buy medicine
he'll kill himself with dignity
with the Flit between his teeth
crib of colors
crib of colors
crib of colors
this little one has
I soothe his pains
I soothe his pains
I soothe his pains
with insecticide
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