EL Gansito
Hai señas en toddo su cuerppo
Qee de la guerra qedaron
Haai ojeraas de desveladas
Pensandoo, pensando en seguiir atacandoo
Cicatrizes tiienes sus manoos
De aqeelloos casquiilloos del rifle brottaron
Apoco no viene el recuerdo
Comiiendo un gansitto en mi troca monttadoo
En mi manoo traibba una bandaa
Con la otraa un deddo en el gatilloo recargaddo
El riflee escupiia ploomoo
Por algoo nunca se arrimaron los guachoos
Concretto,mettal & cristaales
Los mire echoos polvoo
Se loos llevoo el airee
Bonittoo es tenerlos bien puesttoos
& Con podeer se qee es mas recomendablee
Los mire como me miirabaan
Cuandoo caibaan al ranchoo quee ioo no era nadiiee
Pa hacer bien un operattvoo se junttan los vandoos
& Se juntta el mundoo & por los radioos
Se preguntabaan en cuanttoos minuttoos
Estas en el puntoo, unoos en 5 otroos en 1
& Loos de 1 esperaan 4 pa' llegaar junttoos
The Little Goose
There are signs all over his body
That remained from the war
There are dark circles from sleepless nights
Thinking, thinking about continuing to attack
You have scars on your hands
From those rifle casings that sprouted
Do you remember
Eating a Little Goose in my mounted truck
In my hand I had a bandana
With the other a finger on the loaded trigger
The rifle spat out lead
For some reason the boys never got close
Concrete, metal & glass
I saw them turned to dust
The wind took them away
It's nice to have them well placed
And with power it's more advisable
I saw them as they looked at me
When they arrived at the ranch where I was nobody
To carry out an operation well, the gangs come together
And the world comes together and through the radios
They asked in how many minutes
You're at the point, some in 5 others in 1
And the ones in 1 wait 4 to arrive together