Paroles et traduction Régulo Caro - Diario de un Sicario

Diario de un Sicario

Confiase poes señor
O que mijito uste lo mato
O que pos ya diga
Si, yo lo mate y si vuelve a nacer
Lo vuelvo a matar al hijo de su chingada madre

Tuve encaramada la muerte en mis hombros
Por varios años surti funerarias
Carge la lumbre y pesaban mis brazos
Todo el coraje descarge en mis manos
Maso recuerdos primeras batallas
Las lecciones que se aprenden con sangre
Jamas se te olvidan

(Que paso oiga que me mando a llamar?
Adelante, estas listo para tu primera mision?
No viejon, usted ya sabe
Que aqui estamos listos pa los chingasos
Como esta es tu primera vez yo te boy a compañar
Agarra el rifle y la pistola que esta ahy
Y que no se te olvide la pechera, ni cargadores amonos)

Empuñe la escuadra y una carabina
Repase mi mente como atacaria
Invente mil formas de causar eridas
Seran mis nervios o la adrenalina
Jugamos al juego de la caceria
Segui al enemigo lo enmarque y lo puse en la mira

Vamos a llegar, te bas a bajar de la camioneta
Bas a tocar la puerta y le das un balaso
Y asegurate que no quede vivo
Y bien segurito y que no le tiemble el dedo
Y yo estoy el a camioneta esperando con mi cuerno
Ya esta viejon no lo voy a dejar abajo
Andale poes
Y despues de esto nos bamos a ir a festejar

Corte cartuchos, balas espansibas
Once balazos con mucha energia
Le di uno en la nuca, doblo las manitas
Su cuerpo sin fuerzas cayo de rodillas
Remate al encargo solte una risita
Aqui me graduaba lindo me agregama
Mas gente a la lista

Listo viejon ya quedo
Eso es todo no esperaba menos de usted
Y ya sabe donde tiene mi casa
Y como llegar, para agregar mas a la lista
No poes grasias a usted jefe
Ya sabe que de aqui pa delante
Los que vienen como si nada
Los boy a trosar

Les doy un consejo a todos los muchachos
Respeto al trabajo si estan enrolados
Si reparten lumbre que sea el contrario
A los inocentes dejenlos a un lado
Y nos que sea bueno tampoco sea malo
El que la hace la debe
Y el que no la anda gozando

Diary of a Hitman

Trust you, sir
Or I'll kill your little son
What are you saying?
Yes, I killed him, and if he's born again
I'll kill him again, the son of your fucked up mother

I had death perched on my shoulders
For several years, I supplied funeral homes
I carried the fire, and my arms were heavy
I unloaded all my courage in my hands
Heavy memories, first battles
The lessons learned in blood
Are never forgotten

(What's up, why did you call me here?
Go ahead, are you ready for your first mission?
No, dude, you know
That we're ready for some heavy shit here
Since this is your first time, I'll accompany you
Grab the rifle and the gun that's there
And don't forget your chest plate and magazines, let's go)

I gripped my gun and a carbine
I went over in my mind how I would attack
I invented a thousand ways to inflict wounds
It must be my nerves or the adrenaline
We played the game of hunting
I followed the enemy, framed him, and put him in my sights

We're going to arrive, you're going to get out of the truck
You're going to knock on the door and shoot him
And make sure he doesn't stay alive
And make very sure that your finger doesn't tremble
And I'll be in the truck waiting with my gun
That's it, dude, I'm not going to leave you alone
Come on then
And after this, we'll go and celebrate

I cut cartridges, expanding bullets
Eleven shots with a lot of energy
I gave him one in the back of the neck, his hands folded
His lifeless body fell to his knees
I finished the job, let out a little laugh
Here I graduated, nice, I added to my list
More people on the list

Ready, dude, I finished
That's all, I expected nothing less from you
And you know where my house is
And how to get there, to add more to the list
No, thanks to you, boss
You know that from now on
Those who come as if nothing happened
I'm going to cut them to pieces

I give some advice to all the young guys
Respect the job if you're enrolled
If you spread hell, let it be to the enemy
Leave the innocent aside
And let's not be too good or too bad
He who does it owes it
And he who doesn't, enjoys