Lyrics:
Titere titiriteas Muerto en la acera a la espera del grande Cientos de hilos Se abren las telas Surge la crítica del expectante Y si tu voz rompe las
abraso de tu viejo, Es una fortuna Titiriteas al salir, Por el crudo frío en la playa Y que afuera te espere el viejo Pa envolverte en su toalla Son
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