Текст и перевод песни Arley Perez - 5.7

5.7

Cinco, siete es una clave
Con punto al medio es calibre
De ese par que quema el rifle
Que cargo como es temible
Mi pistola, ni se diga
El blindaje, ¿pa' qué sirve?

No estamos en el oriente
Ni abro los ojos muy tarde
Mi apodo ya lo conocen
En china y dónde me pare
Todos traemos el virus
No tarda en desarrollarse

La celula de este virus
Atacan muy al instante
Con puro Kalashnikova
Cumplen con sus ideales
Unos se van de volada
Y otros ven como salvarse

Es Sicilia, Sinaloa
En donde reina el padrino
Sus ahijados lo respaldan
Lo alejan bien del peligro
En R-15 la rolan
Buscando a sus enemigos

Bicentenarios de oro
Brillan, les tengo respeto
Su magestad dio confianza
Por nada desaprovecho
Defenderé su bandera
Con la sangre de mi pecho

Chino se me pone el cuero
Del respeto que le tengo
Al 14, un gran amigo
Que es jefe y es compañero
Él me apolla en esta guerra
Sigo peleando y sin sueño

5.7

Five, seven is a key,
With a dot in the middle is the caliber
Of that pair that burns the rifle,
Which I carry as it is fearsome.
My pistol, don't even mention it,
The armor, what's it good for?

We are not in the east,
Nor do I open my eyes too late,
You already know my nickname,
In China and wherever I stand.
We all carry the virus,
It doesn't take long to develop.

The cells of this virus
They attack very instantly,
With pure Kalashnikovs
They fulfill their ideals.
Some fly away,
And others see how to save themselves.

It is Sicily, Sinaloa
Where the godfather reigns,
His godchildren support him,
They keep him well out of danger.
They roll in R-15,
Looking for their enemies.

Bicentennial gold,
They shine, I have respect for them,
His Majesty gave confidence,
I do not waste it for anything.
I will defend his flag
With the blood of my chest.

I get goosebumps,
For the respect I have for him,
To 14, a great friend,
Who is boss and partner.
He supports me in this war,
I keep fighting and without sleep.