On an adventure
(Journey!)
Of words and phrases,
New vocabulary and old colloquialisms.
But my old, rusty ship (podrido barco)
Hit the sand bar
And my crew proved itself mutinous,
And now my words (putas palabras)
have turned themselves against me (like some goddamn magic spell)
And hold me violently by the throat (stuck in mi puta garganta).
So at this point,
They control me more than I them.
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