Текст и перевод песни Los Titanes de Durango - Gato Gatillo Gatillero

Gato Gatillo Gatillero

Apodo como felino no es un asesino pero hay que chambiar
Todos le dicen el gato y trai aparatos que son pa' matar
Sus ojos cansados por lo relajado como a el le gusta a andar
Pero aun cansado y aunque relajado trai el instinto animal

Desde que estaba muy niño le agarro cariño al arma portar
Cachas de la santa muerte de cuantos pendientes no lo sacaras
Sabe jalar el gatillo pues desde gatillo comenzo a cazar
Ya le salieron las garras el gato te agarra trisas quedaras

De rojo los ojos verdes cuando con la verde se pone a quemar
Ya despues de los quehaceres con lindas mujeres lo miro brindar
Se lleva en la diez de mayo con gente del mayo como amistad
Con su super bien cargada la trai adiestrada para asegurar

Siete vidas no termina si el gato te mira te va contestar
Va comenzando con una y con esa una sabe arremangar
Hay tray un cuerno de disco no es un toca disco pero sonara
Y si cai con los pies y le faltan seis todabia pa' pelear

Se han oido los rugidos cuando a este felino le toca cazar
Nunca se le va la presa forma lluvia espesa de plomo al tirar
Muy poco se acelera aun que es una fiera sabe trabajar
Sus balas no desparrama porque nada gana inocentes matar

Pa' lo qe lo desconesen y que escuchan voces les voy decir
Para muchos es el gato y ya tiene rato con el mismo fin
Para otros es gatillo saben que trae brillo y no teme morir
Mas primero es lo primero es un gatillero para el chiquilin.

Cat Trigger Gatling Gun

Nicknamed like a cat, he's not a murderer, but he has to change
Everyone calls him the cat, and he carries things that are for killing
His eyes are tired because he's so relaxed, that's how he likes to be
But even if he's tired and relaxed, he still has the killer instinct

Ever since he was a child, he loved to carry a gun
Santa Muerte grips, how many problems will you get him out of?
He knows how to pull the trigger because he started hunting as a triggerman
His claws are now out, the cat will grab you, and you'll be in pieces

His red eyes turn green when he starts to smoke the green
After his daily duties, I see him drinking with beautiful women
He gets along with Mayo's people on Cinco de Mayo as friends
He carries his super loaded, he trains it to secure

Seven lives won't end, if the cat looks at you, he'll answer you
He starts with one, and with that one, he knows how to roll up his sleeves
He has a disco horn, it's not a disco, but it will sound
And if he falls on his feet and loses six, he still has four to fight

You've heard the roars when it's this feline's turn to hunt
He never lets the prey get away, he forms a thick rain of lead when he shoots
He rarely gets excited, although he's a beast, he knows how to work
He doesn't waste his bullets because there's nothing to be gained by killing innocents

To those of you who don't know and hear voices, I will tell you
For many, he's the cat, and he's had the same goal for a while
For others, he's a triggerman, they know he's brilliant and not afraid to die
But first things first, he's a hitman for the kid.