Paroles et traduction Jorge Santacruz Y Su Grupo Quinto Elemento - Comando "X"

Comando "X"

Un Comando X anda por la plaza,
Cobran los pendientes somo la venganza,
Siempre en caravanas de carros blindados,
Mis trokas y carros puro encapuchado,
Seran terroristas o talvez talibanes,
Mafia siciliana eso quien lo sabe,
Tal vez de la mara talvez nueva lista,
Peloton armado de puros sucidias.

Armas avanzadas granadas y miras,
A corta distancia si ya no ahi salida,
Es el terrorismo que invade las calles,
Y los rivales buscan escaparce,
Es la voladora que sigue atacando,
Que no saben hora que no saben cuando,
Quien sigue la quema del comando X,
Si esto no es la guerra pues se le parece.

Cargan una X marcada en los vidrios,
Pa no confundirse con los enemigos,
Salvaje estrategia matar o morir,
Son como cincuenta que parecen mil,
Vuelan los pedazos ya se ven en el aire,
Sobre los cristales corre la sangre,,
La ciudad y crimen es algo bizarra,
Y la empresa imprime en paginas blancas.

Tendran alto rango permiso especial,
Talvez el padrino los llamo mandar,
Son profesionales y de eso no ahi duda,
Si cai inpacable y de eso no ahi duda,
Los que deben algo andan muy nervisos,
Algunos pagaron o buscan el modo,
Despues de venganza y pacto con la muerte,
Marka registrada del comando X.

Command "X"

Command "X" marches through the square,
Collecting debts, we are vengeance,
Always in caravans of armored cars,
My trucks and cars, all hooded,
They could be terrorists or maybe Taliban,
The Sicilian Mafia, who knows,
Maybe from the gang or maybe a new list,
An armed platoon of pure suicide bombers.

Advanced weapons, grenades, and scopes,
At close range, there is no escape,
It is terrorism invading the streets,
And rivals seek to escape,
It is the flying death that keeps attacking,
They do not know the hour, they do not know when,
Who is next to burn by Command "X",
If this is not war, then it feels like it.

They carry an "X" marked on the windows,
So as not to be confused with their enemies,
Savage strategy, kill or die,
There are about fifty, but they seem like a thousand,
The pieces fly, you can see them in the air,
Blood runs on the glass,
The city and crime are bizarre,
And the company prints on white pages.

They must be high-ranking, with special permission,
Maybe the godfather sent for them,
They are professionals, and there is no doubt about it,
If they fall, they will be relentless, and there is no doubt about it,
Those who owe something are very nervous,
Some have paid or are looking for a way,
After revenge and a pact with death,
Trademark of Command "X".