At the library a kid starts screaming,
the mother says calmly:
__Sweetie please, calm down or we will go home.
The kid looks at her but is untouched by her plead
for good behavior. He screams louder.
The mother holds him close to her and says:
Mira degrabao tu quiere que yo te pique
malagradecio, cállate coño, muchacho e' mierda.
She looks around, a timid smile escapes her lips.
___I'm not going to shut up, I'm not going to shut up.
Ay! degraciao deja que lleguemo a casa,
e' que tu no te quiere,
tu no me conoce muchachito,
tu no me conoce. (Now louder than him)