Текст и перевод песни Kapanga - Mate A Mi Madre

Mate A Mi Madre

Te vi pasar con la ropa ensangrentada.
Te oi decir 'Yo no le quise hacer nada'
Yo te creí, pero madre hay una sola
Ya nunca mas, vas a comer pastafrola
Ya nunca mas, vas a comer pastafrola

Y te pusiste a gritar 'Quiero ver a mi mamá'
Te dije que se fue al cielo
Para estar con tu papá
Y te largaste a llorar, se me partió el corazón,
Cuando entre gritos y llantos, confesaste tu canción:

Maté a mi madre sin saber que hacía,
Todo por culpa de la cocaina,
Yo le clavé un cuchillo en la garganta,
Mientras tomaba una naranja Fanta,

Ay pobrecito, ay pobrecito,
El cuartetero se ha quedado huerfanito,
Ay pobrecito, ay pobrecito,
El cuartetero se a quedado huerfanitooooooo

Te vi pasar con la ropa ensangrentada.
Te oi decir 'Yo no le quise hacer nada'
Yo te creí, pero madre hay una sola
Ya nunca mas, vas a comer pastafrola
Ya nunca mas, vas a comer pastafrola

Y te pusiste a gritar 'Quiero ver a mi mamá'
Te dije que se fue al cielo
Para estár con tu papá

Y te largaste a llorar, se me partió el corazón,
Cuando entre gritos y llantos, confesaste tu canción:
Maté a mi madre sin saber que hacía,
Todo por culpa de la cocaina,
Yo le clavé un cuchillo en la garganta,
Mientras tomaba una naranja Fanta,

Ay pobrecito, hay pobrecito,
El cuartetero se ha quedado huerfanito.
Ay pobrecito, ay pobrecito,
El cuartetero se ha que dado huerfanito.

Killed My Mother

I saw you walk by with bloody clothes.
I heard you say 'I didn't mean to do anything to her'
I believed you, but there's only one mother
You'll never eat pastafrola again
You'll never eat pastafrola again

And you started to scream 'I want to see my mom'
I told you she went to heaven
To be with your dad
And you started to cry, it broke my heart,
When between cries and tears, you confessed your song:

I killed my mother without knowing what I was doing,
All because of the cocaine,
I stabbed her in the throat,
While I was drinking an orange Fanta,

Oh poor thing, oh poor thing,
The singer has become an orphan,
Oh poor thing, oh poor thing,
The singer has become an orphan

I saw you walk by with bloody clothes.
I heard you say 'I didn't mean to do anything to her'
I believed you, but there's only one mother
You'll never eat pastafrola again
You'll never eat pastafrola again

And you started to scream 'I want to see my mom'
I told you she went to heaven
To be with your dad

And you started to cry, it broke my heart,
When between cries and tears, you confessed your song:
I killed my mother without knowing what I was doing,
All because of the cocaine,
I stabbed her in the throat,
While I was drinking an orange Fanta,

Oh poor thing, oh poor thing,
The singer has become an orphan.
Oh poor thing, oh poor thing,
The singer has become an orphan.