I can't scare you, because you're growing up and I'm following the trend. I can't follow the trend, because I'm lowering my personality. Look, I hear your rude insults, I hear so many mistakes, it makes me laugh. It makes me laugh, it makes me laugh at your things. It makes me laugh, it makes me laugh to hear you. And the carnival of Barra y Tuquilla is waiting for us. Listen to Roda La Nuez, Los Ceterices Santo. Water, water, boys. Dance Enrique Chapa, dance. For my cousins Miguel and Marlon Garcia. It makes me laugh, it makes me laugh at your things. It makes me laugh, it makes me laugh to hear you. You ask for a happy street, you express words without knowing the content. People of your qualities, I look at them from afar, but I don't determine them. It makes me laugh, your scandalous scream, people gather as if something were to happen. It makes me laugh, everything that hears you, and I feel so many things that I forget to say anything. It makes me laugh, it makes me laugh at your things. It makes me laugh, it makes me laugh to hear you. Dance my people, dance. Dance Juan Pablo Montoya, with your beautiful people. And from La Sabana to La Colón and Entera. Like the national pride of Garretería, you took it out of Honorón. Dance Enrique Chapa, dance.