Текст и перевод песни LEGADO 7 - Los Maliantes

Los Maliantes

Quemandose un gallito
Y pensando a la vez
Gordo y bien forjadito
Por si no los vuelvo a ver

Quemandose un gallito
Y pensando a la vez
Gordo y bien forjadito
Por si no los vuelvo a ver
Esque 20 años de cárcel
Pueda que me den
Pagare por un delito
Que no fragmente

Yo no le jale al gatillo
La neta nomas mire
Eran 6 o 7 tipos
Que bajaban de una van
Traían armas cortasY rifles de alto poder
Se reflejaba el miedo en aquel M16

Yo chambeando en mi carreta
Cómo cada día normal
De repente en una mesa
Se empiezan a paniquear
Los tronidos de las balas
Empecé a escuchar
A unos les calleron
Y los fueron a quebrar
(Musica)

El negocio que yo tengo
Es un lero restaurant
Lo traigo en una carreta
Me parqueo en el Boulevard
Entre los disparos
Un cuete brinco paca
5 hombres tirados
En mi humilde restaurant

Los maliantes bien armados
Se pelaron del lugar
El ruido de los boludos
Rápido empecé a escuchar
Me acorde del arma
Que avia brincando paca
Mi error fue agarrarla
Y tirarlapal Boulevard

Llegaron los del gobierno
Y empiezan a investigar
Cómo testigo del caso
El piano hicieron tocar
Mis huellas salieron
En la arma de Boulevard
Así pasaron los hechos
Luego traigo mas...

The Bad Guys

Smoking a little bit of weed
And thinking at the same time
Fat and well forged
In case I don't see you again

Smoking a little bit of weed
And thinking at the same time
Fat and well forged
In case I don't see you again
Because 20 years in jail
They might give me
I'll pay for a crime
That I didn't commit

I didn't pull the trigger
To tell the truth, I just watched
There were 6 or 7 guys
Who got out of a van
They were carrying handguns and high-powered rifles
The fear was reflected in that M16

I was working on my truck
Like every normal day
Suddenly at a table
They started to panic
I started to hear
The gunshots
They got some of them
And they went to break them
(Music)

The business I have
Is a simple restaurant
I carry it in a truck
I park on the Boulevard
In the middle of the shooting
A gun jumped out of the trunk
5 men lying down
In my humble restaurant

The armed bad guys
Ran away from the place
I quickly started to hear
The sound of the bullets
I remembered the weapon
That had jumped out of the trunk
My mistake was to grab it
And throw it on the Boulevard

The government guys arrived
And they started investigating
As a witness to the case
They made me play the piano
My fingerprints showed up
On the gun on the Boulevard
That's how it happened
Then I'll bring more...