Lyrics and translation El As! - El Chacal

El Chacal

Las 4 estaciones las vio pasar muchas veces
En una celda o en el frio patio a veces
Jamas confia en la sonrisa que aparece
No pierde tiempo con flores que no florecen
Y asi se convirtio en chacal...
Tanto dolor lo transformo en un animal
Y asi se convirtio en chacal
Producto feroz de nuestra sociedad

De chiquito su padre se borro y lo abandono
Dejo sola a su madre sin dejar explicacion
Y aferrado con bronca ese recuerdo de dolor
La calle y la maldad entre chacales conocio
No quizo saber nada de estudiar ni trabajar
Y aunque su madre lo quisiera enderezar
Pesaba muchos mas la cruz que le toco cargar
La vida lo golpeo y el se tenia que vengar
Tenia 17 y con un fierro en la cintura
Tomando rivotril salia a buscar aventuras
Se enamoro de la euforia, de la locura
Porque la realidad para el siempre fue una tortura
Y clack-clack a quien se le ponga adelante
Apretando el gatillo se hizo fama de maleante
Nadie lo quiere por su pinta de arrogante
El se rie de todo y con su magnum pla pla pla...

Las 4 estaciones las vio pasar muchas veces
En una celda o en el frio patio a veces
Jamas confia en la sonrisa que aparece
No pierde tiempo con flores que no florecen
Y asi se convirtio en chacal
Tanto dolor lo transformo en un animal
Y asi se convirtio en chacal
Producto feroz de nuestra sociedad

Quien a hierro mata, a hierro muere le dijeron
Pero el siguio en la suya tiroteando patrulleros
En medio de un atraco 4 balazos le dieron
Cayo muerto un policia y tambien su compañero
Se acabo su vida de pistolero en la calle
Logro recuperarse pero encerrado en la carcel
Salio del juicio condenado y culpable
De robo y esa muerte que lograron demostrarle
Y hoy camina solo por el patio del penal
En sus ojos hay fuego que nada puede apagar
Busca problemas todo el tiempo sin parar
El ya tiene asumido morir como un criminal
10 años pasaron de traslado y pabellon
De verdugos, torturas, motines y represion...
Los psicologos dicen que no tiene solucion...
"Yo soy un chacal" esa es su contestacion.

Las 4 estaciones las vio pasar muchas veces
En una celda o en el frio patio a veces
Jamas confia en la sonrisa que aparece
No pierde tiempo con flores que no florecen
Y asi se convirtio en chacal
Tanto dolor lo transformo en un animal
Y asi se convirtio en chacal
Producto feroz de nuestra sociedad

Por que todos nacemos con inociencia
Esperanzas y sueños
Y tarde o temprano
Terminamos siendo un producto de la sociedad
Y como dijo el mas grande, solo dios puede juzgarnos

The Jackal

He's seen the 4 seasons go by many times
In a cell or in the cold yard sometimes
He never trusts the smile that appears
He doesn't waste time with flowers that don't bloom
And that's how he became a jackal...
So much pain transformed him into an animal
And that's how he became a jackal
A fierce product of our society

When he was a kid his father took off and abandoned him
Left his mother alone without explanation
And clinging to that memory of pain with anger
He met the street and evil among jackals
He didn't want to know anything about studying or working
And although his mother wanted to straighten him out
The cross he had to bear weighed much more
Life hit him and he had to take revenge
He was 17 and with a gun on his waist
Taking Rivotril, he went out looking for adventures
He fell in love with euphoria, with madness
Because reality for him was always torture
And clack-clack to whoever gets in his way
Pulling the trigger, he made a name for himself as a thug
No one likes him because of his arrogant look
He laughs at everything and with his magnum pla pla pla...

He's seen the 4 seasons go by many times
In a cell or in the cold yard sometimes
He never trusts the smile that appears
He doesn't waste time with flowers that don't bloom
And that's how he became a jackal
So much pain transformed him into an animal
And that's how he became a jackal
A fierce product of our society

He who kills with iron, dies by iron, they told him
But he kept shooting at patrol cars
In the middle of a robbery they shot him 4 times
A policeman fell dead and so did his partner
His life as a gunman on the street was over
He managed to recover but locked up in jail
He came out of the trial convicted and guilty
Of robbery and that death they managed to prove to him
And today he walks alone in the prison yard
In his eyes there is a fire that nothing can put out
He looks for trouble all the time without stopping
He has already assumed to die as a criminal
10 years passed of transfer and pavilion
Of executioners, tortures, riots and repression...
Psychologists say he has no solution...
"I am a jackal" that's his answer.

He's seen the 4 seasons go by many times
In a cell or in the cold yard sometimes
He never trusts the smile that appears
He doesn't waste time with flowers that don't bloom
And that's how he became a jackal
So much pain transformed him into an animal
And that's how he became a jackal
A fierce product of our society

Because we are all born with innocence
Hopes and dreams
And sooner or later
We end up being a product of society
And as the greatest said, only God can judge us