Текст и перевод песни Enigma Norteño - El Hijo De La Mafia

El Hijo De La Mafia

Con tan solo 14 años ya mataba a sangre fria
Se enseño a matar temprano por vengar a su familia
Una pistola en la mano fue toda su compañia
Una pistola muy vieja con la q el ejecutaba
Un pero le dijo un dia ya te la dejo educada
Y la guardo en exclusiva para dar tiro de gracia
Su padrino lo adopto tambien le brindo cobijo
Pero el nunca agradecio se fue por el mal camino
Y al pasar por la prision sekado como asesino
Era el hijo de la mafia enfermo de tanta muerte
Era su marca sagrada con dos tiros en la frente
Bendecido por la mara tambien por la santa muerte

Lo contrataron un dia pa matar un influyente
Mientras un hombre moria otro contaba billetes
Y akel maton sonreia como ave de mala suerte
Entre diamantes y sangre quedo una super tirada
Con iniciales de un grande del jefe q la portaba
Akel fue el error mas grave para el hijo de la mafia

Ya lo pedian vivo a muerto la mafia de culiacan
Ofrecian mucho dinero por q era un profecional
Lo enboscaron 20 cuernos era imposible escapar
Era el hjo de la mafia enfermo de tanta muerte
Todo el q a yerro mata tambien a yerro se muere
Murio como lo soñaba son dos tiros en la frente

The Son of the Mafia

At just 14 years old, he killed in cold blood
He trained himself to kill early on to avenge his family
A gun in his hand was all his company
A very old gun with which he executed
A dog told him one day I'll leave you educated
And he kept it exclusively to give the coup de grace
His godfather adopted him and also gave him shelter
But he never showed gratitude, he went down the wrong path
And when he went to prison, he dried up like a murderer
He was the son of the Mafia, sick from so much death
His sacred mark was two shots in the forehead
Blessed by the gang and also by the Holy Death

One day he was hired to kill an influential man
While one man died, another counted the money
And that hitman smiled like a bird of ill omen
Between diamonds and blood there was a super shot
With the initials of a great man, the boss who carried it
That was the biggest mistake for the son of the Mafia

The Mafia from Culiacan wanted him dead or alive
They offered a lot of money because he was a professional
He was ambushed by 20 horns, it was impossible to escape
He was the son of the Mafia, sick with so much death
Whoever kills by iron also dies by iron
He died as he dreamed, with two shots in the forehead