Paroles et traduction Los Buitres de Culiacan Sinaloa - Brindo Con Sangre

Brindo Con Sangre

Sufrio bastante por la culpa de unos perros
Y su apellido ni al caso
Pues ya estan en el infierno
Masacraron mi familia y me dejaron por muerto

Entraron cuatro ami casa, cuando estabamos cenando
Balacearon a mis padres
Y ami me vieron llorando
Violaron amis hermanas y me dieron un balazo

Nunca mire tanta sangre, el rojo quedo presente
Los mire que celebraban, por que le habian dado muerte
Al peor de sus enemigos
Pero cambiaba su suerte

Ya pasaron veinte años la mafia me cobijo
Jure vengar a mis padres, con el perdon del señor
Van a sufrir esos perros lo que de niño vi yo

Primero agarre a sus hijos, y una carta les dejaba,
Les recordaba el momento cuando de niño lloraba
A todos corte las venas y con su sangre brindaba,
Me empezo a gustar la sangre, de dos en dos agarre
Les corte los intestinos,
Y alos perros avente,
Lo que tanto presumia y que yo mismo corte

No es que yo sea inhumano que alla perdido la fè,
Que dios del cielo perdone lo que yo mismo logre
Y que dios tenga en el cielo la familia que vengue

Ya con esta me despido, y dios este por delante
Empece a matar temprano
Y ahora tengo que aguantarme
Y ahora para estar alegre
Tengo que brindar con sangre.

I Toast with Blood

He suffered greatly, thanks to some dogs,
And their last name is irrelevant,
Because they're already in hell.
They massacred my family and left me for dead, my love.

Four entered my house, while we were having dinner,
They shot my parents,
And they saw me crying, darling.
They raped my sisters and shot me.

I've never seen so much blood, the red remained present,
I saw them celebrating, because they had killed,
Their worst enemy,
But their luck was about to change, sweetheart.

Twenty years have passed, the mafia sheltered me,
I swore to avenge my parents, with the Lord's forgiveness,
Those dogs will suffer what I saw as a child.

First I grabbed their children, and left them a letter,
I reminded them of the moment when I cried as a child, my dear,
I cut everyone's veins and toasted with their blood,
I began to like the blood, I grabbed them two by two,
I cut out their intestines,
And threw them to the dogs,
What they bragged about so much, I myself cut.

It's not that I'm inhuman, that I've lost my faith,
May God in heaven forgive what I myself achieved,
And may God have in heaven the family I avenged, my love.

With this I say goodbye, and may God be ahead,
I started killing early,
And now I have to endure,
And now to be happy,
I have to toast with blood, darling.