Lyrics and translation Mario "El Cachorro" Delgado - El Juego Final (Pancho Arce)

El Juego Final (Pancho Arce)

Entre pancho y pancho se hace un alboroto
Porque matar al artista ya se pasaron de lanza
Porque mataron al 4
Que no se supone que estaba en su casa
Tambien al compa barajas lo trozaron a la gacha
El virus esta ofendido andan bien encendido
Rodadan calacas
Con su uniforme de soccer prefirieron enfrentarlo
Porque mejor no le entraron andando
De cuervo y su cuerno terciado
Sera que sintieron frio aunque corria el mes de octubre
Ahora con el quinto mes vastar al reves sentiran la lumbre
Pariente pues me hubiera gustado en vida
Pero como no se pudo hay le va su corrido
Con su compa
MARIO EL CACHORRO DELGADO
Viejo adonde se encuentra pariente
Palabras de pancho arce que a mi me toco soñar
Cuidate pelon hermano ya ves que dondequiera nos puede llegar
Mi querido compadron de los jefes el mejor
Lo espero aca donde me encuentro
Pa echar vasilaras al modo viejon
De frente siempre adelante el cobardes bien combatido
No le gustaba el empate era como un guerrero romano aguerrido
Nunca te van a olvidar los antrax en culiacan
Tu equipo sigue jugando aunque tu ya jugaste
El juego final

The Final Game (Pancho Arce)

Between Pancho and Pancho, there's a great commotion
Because killing the artist, they've really crossed the line
Because they killed the 4th
Who wasn't supposed to be at his house
They also chopped up compa Barajas into small pieces
The virus is offended, they're really fired up
Skulls are rolling
With their soccer uniforms on, they preferred to face him that way
Why didn't they just shoot him like men?
With his raven and his cross-legged horn
Maybe they felt cold although it was the month of October
Now with the fifth month, it'll be different, they'll feel the flames
My friend, I would have liked to do it in person
But since it wasn't possible, here's your ballad
With your compa
MARIO EL CACHORRO DELGADO
Old man, where are you now?
Words from Pancho Arce that I dreamt of
Take care, bald brother, you see that it can happen to us anywhere
My dear godfather, the best of the leaders
I await you here where I am
To have a good old time, just like old times
Always facing forward, a warrior well fought
He didn't like draws, he was like a fierce Roman warrior
The anthrax will never forget you in Culiacan
Your team keeps playing, even though you've already played your last game
The final match