Three days

I was in a jail two nights for the fault of my dear Juana.
I was happy walking with my friends
in a winter nigth in Villa La Angostura,
when he asked me for my I.D.,
and I didn´t had it,
shit! and I didn´t had it,
shit! At that moment I didn´t care,
but I forgot I was talking with a cop.

Cause everybody knows,
cops haven´t brain and hearth either.

They illegaly and looked for something in my pockets
and found a present of my friend,
they puted me in a black jail,
eigthteen hours without food and without water.

At the morning they went to my house
and lokked for something in my bag,
then found my dear Juana,
and medicine, that they thought it was cocaine,
cause everybody knows,
cops haven´t brain and hearth either.

The next morning I went with to cops to see the judge to Zapala,
he told me that the arrest was wrong,
that I was innocent,
and I hold mi freedom again.

They separated me three days of my friends,
three days of my board,
three days of my Juana,
they stoled me three days of my life,
three days for nothing,
because police is shit.