Текст и перевод песни Pato Machete - Sr. Matanza

Sr. Matanza

Esta ciudad es la propiedad
Del Senor Matanza

Esa olla, esa mina, y esa finca y ese mar
Ese paramilitar, son propiedad
Del Señor Matanza

Ese federal, ese chivato y ese sapo, el sindicato
Y el obispo, el general son propiedad
Del Señor Matanza

Buenas jineteras y alcool, estan bajo control,
La escuela y el monte de piedad son propiedad
Del Señor Matanza

El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga dice quien vivira
Esa y esa tierra y ese bar son propiedad, son propiedad
Del Señor Matanza

Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte

Y mi niero que lo llevan y se van,
Los que matan, pam pam, son propiedad
Del Señor Matanza

El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga, dice quien vivirá
No se pueda caminar sin colaborar con su santidad
Del Señor Matanza

Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y mi niero que lo llevan y se van,
Los que matan, pam pam, son propiedad
Del Señor Matanza
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Señor Matanza
Escuchalo güey
Su palabra es ley
Del Señor Matanza

El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga, dice quien sufrira
Esa y esa tierra y ese bar Son propiedad
Del Senor Matanza

Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Esa olla, esa mina, y esa finca y ese mar
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte

Mr. Slaughter

This city is the property
Of Mr. Slaughter

That pot, that mine, that farm and sea
That paramilitary, they're the property
Of Mr. Slaughter

That federal, that stooge and that snitch, the union
And the bishop, the general are the property
Of Mr. Slaughter

Good hookers and booze, they're under control
The school and the pawnshop are the property
Of Mr. Slaughter

He decides what goes, says what won't be
Decides who pays for it says who will live
That and that land and that bar are property, they're the property
Of Mr. Slaughter

And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains

And my boy that they take and go,
Those who kill, bam bam, are the property
Of Mr. Slaughter

He decides what goes, he says what won't be
They decide who pays for it, they say who will live
You can't walk without cooperating with his holiness
Mr. Slaughter

And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And my boy that they take and go,
Those who kill, bam bam, are the property
Of Mr. Slaughter
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
Mr. Slaughter
Listen to him, girl
His word is law
Of Mr. Slaughter

He decides what goes, says what won't be
Decides who pays for it, says who will suffer
That and that land and that bar are property
Of Mr. Slaughter

And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains
That pot, that mine, and that farm and sea
And they take my boy to the mountains
And they take my boy to the mountains