Текст и перевод песни Laberinto - El Lobo

El Lobo

En sus placas lleva un lobo
Y en los angeles los vieron.
De obregon salio una tarde
En su negro que volava
No se despidio de nadie, nomas de su madre santa
Iva a un duelo con la muerte
Sabe dios si regresara
Nacio en una vil pobreza
No quizo vivir en ella
Ese rancho del durazno
Due la cuna de sus penas
Prometio buscar fortuna
Aunqie por ello muriera
De Arizona era el mañozo
Que le arrebato a su novia
Hay lo dejaron por muerto
Pero lo encontro una golfa
Delirava con vengarze
Tiene contadas las horas
Con las riendas en la mano
Las espuelas le clavava
La promeza de su vida
La llevava en las enancas
En su negro poderozo Chevrolet era su raza
Conseguida la fortuna
Comenzo al caseria
Iva en busca de los hombres
Que destrozaron su vida
Fue como llegar al sol
Pero lo logro aquel dia
Los hecho ala camioneta
Con la sed de su venganza
Y la planta de los pies
Les corto con la navaja
Y en el Desierto de Altar
Los bajo a que caminaran
Los amarro en una sahuaro
Pa′ seguirslos torturando
Con su beretta en la mano
Les estaba disparando
Los pedazos les volavan
De las piernas y los brazos
No digo sus apellido
Solo se llama Rosendo
Le han pegado 7 tiros
Pero no le han dado el bueno
En sus placas lleva una lobo
Y en los angeles los vieron

The Wolf

On his plates he carries a wolf
And in Los Angeles, they saw him.
From Obregon, he left one afternoon
In his black car that soared
He didn't say goodbye to anyone, only his holy mother
He went to a duel with death
God knows if he'll return
He was born in vile poverty
He didn't want to live in it
That ranch of Durazno
Was the cradle of his sorrows
He promised to seek fortune
Even though he might die for it
From Arizona, he was the trickster
Who snatched his girlfriend away
There they left him for dead
But a hussy found him
He was delirious with a thirst for revenge
His hours are numbered
With the reins in his hand
He sank his spurs
The promise of his life
He carried in his lap
In his powerful black Chevrolet, his raza
Having gathered his fortune
He began his hunt
He went in search of the men
Who destroyed his life
It was like reaching for the sun
But he achieved it that day
He threw them into the truck
With the thirst for revenge
And the soles of their feet
He cut with his knife
And in the Altar Desert
He let them out to walk
He tied them to a saguaro
To continue torturing them
With his beretta in his hand
He was shooting at them
Pieces of them flew
From their legs and arms
I won't mention their last names
He is only called Rosendo
They've shot him 7 times
But they haven't hit the right spot
On his plates he carries a wolf
And in Los Angeles, they saw him.