Текст и перевод песни Larry Hernandez - Contrato Con La Santa

Contrato Con La Santa

Me desisto a aceptarlo,
Soy loco de tanto fumar.
Me miro me miro al espejo,
Se miran ojeras y mi cara no es igual...
AYYYY, Saquen las choras
Saquen las choras...
Ya me ando quedando arriba!
Siempre traigo un loqueron,
Ensiendele al motor, agarro buelo bien cedito
Pero loqochon.
& Ahi te va chikita pa que me la hagas grande jojoa!
Cuando ando bien atizado pero no me di con imprudente,
Los 5 sentidos al tope & echenle plumas pa llegarle con la muerte.
Y yo no nomas estoy fumando el grupo anda bien loco.
No se me atrabiesen no se me atrabiesen fierro fierro.
& Entrados en confianza. le pregunte ¿deverdad tu eres santa?.
Me dijo " de santa nada porque si me la haces tambien me la pagas"
Seguimos seguimos bien high pariente,
Quedaban puras choras, le habiamos pegado mazizo,
La SantaMuerte no paraba fumaba fumaba fumaba como un trenesillo,
Y esa santa flaca si le pega Macizo.
Asi estariamos de arreglados agarramos cura del machete,
Desia valemas que me tiembles & yo bien claro bien marihuano
Le seguia la corriente...
Cuando? cuando cuando.
Cuando NO!
& Que no se metan dice.
Desde esa noche ya nos pintamos,
Prendo el cigarro & ella pone el ambiente
Desde hace rato soy socio pues tengo contrato
Con la Santamuerte.
Lo bueno es que se vence el 2012 asi que me la perez prado chikilla,
Hahaha FIERRO!

Contract with the Saint

I decide to accept it,
I am crazy from smoking so much.
I look in the mirror,
I see dark circles and my face is not the same...
OHHHH, Get out the drugs
Get out the drugs...
I'm staying up all night!
I'm always high,
I start the engine, I take off really early
But I'm high.
And there you go, baby, so you can make me feel great!
When I'm really high but I'm not reckless,
My five senses are at their peak and I'm high as a kite.
And I'm not the only one smoking, the whole group is crazy.
Don't get in my way, don't get in my way, tough guy, tough guy.
And getting confidential, I asked her, "Are you really a saint?".
She said, "I'm not a saint at all because if you do it to me, I'll do it to you too."
We continue, we continue very high, friend,
There were only drugs left, we had hit it hard,
The Saint of Death didn't stop smoking, smoking, smoking like a choo-choo train,
And that skinny saint really hits it hard.
We were so messed up that we got drunk with the machete,
She said, "You better tremble before me," and I, very clearly and very stoned
I went along with it...
When? when when.
When NO!
And she says, "Don't interfere."
From that night on, we were painted,
I light up a cigarette and she sets the atmosphere
I've been a partner for a while now because I have a contract
With the Saint of Death.
The good thing is that it expires in 2012, so I'll let you buzz me later, girl,
Hahaha TOUGH GUY!