La mate porque era mia (ingles)

I got the wood,
I have my girlfriend killed do not draw pictures,
I have the bloodied body.
I was a very decent guy,
She was a prostitute
And not use the bed,
Now sleep in a tomb.

I have taken to the brig and have given me some wafers
I have left his body broken,
My brain is not working
And now i understand nothing,
I see only journalists
They give me some money to get out in their journals.

Go card, go mug,
A long snout,
Long snout
I do not want your home,
A journalist scandal
That i do not want your blood you can write lies
Kill her because they loved her,
Kill her because she was mine.