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Tironcito de Orejas

Un tiron de orejas
Mi madre me daba
Cuando yo volvia
De mis callejeadas
Con la ropa sucia
Mi cara marcada
Y las zapatillas
Todas destrozadas
Un tiron de orejas
Me daba enojada
Mientras ne reñia
Mientras me gritaba
Anda para dentro
Mocoso travieso
Que si no te juro
Me enojo por eso
Y yo que seguia
Siempre protestando
Mientras mis heridas
Ella iba curando
Luego me decia
No me hagas mas eso
Secando mi llanto
Con un dulce beso
Siempre perdonaba
Todas mis diabluras
Y ese enojo suyo
Se hacia ternura
Solo eran palabras
Esas amenazas
Cuando yo volvia
De jugar a casa
Y hoy que soy un padre
Y veo a mis hijos
Hacer travesuras
Pequeños diablillos
Sonrio a escondidas
Al darle mis retos
Porque yo de niño
Tambien fui como ellos(bis)

A Tug at Your Ears

A tug at your ears,
My mother gave me,
When I would return
From my street escapades.
With my clothes all dirty,
My face marked up,
And my sneakers
All torn to shreds.
A tug at your ears,
She gave me when angry,
While she scolded me,
While she shouted at me,
Go inside,
You mischievous brat,
Or I swear
I'll get mad at you.
And I would carry on,
Always protesting,
As she tended
To my wounds.
Then she would tell me,
Don't do that anymore.
Drying my tears
With a sweet kiss.
She would always forgive
All my misdeeds,
And that anger of hers
Would turn into tenderness.
They were just words,
Those threats
When I would return
From playing outside.
And now that I'm a father,
And I see my children
Getting into mischief,
Little devils,
I smile secretly
As I give them their punishments,
Because as a child,
I too was just like them.