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The Grim Reaper

La Pulqueria

La Huesuda

soy un ratero growin´to sicario
and en mi barrio you better don´t play.
trabajo sendin´souls al Diablo
y vivo livin´fuera de la ley.
"hi mister! he venido a matarle".
suena the sound of a gun en su head.
se monta big kilombo en la calle
y La Huesuda vive a por él.
"no te quería llevar".
oigo que dice una voz.
cuando la vuelva a encontrar
esta vez puedo ser yo.
hoy la muerte me esquiva otra vez.
en sus brazos no me quiere ver.
hoy La Pelona me canta esta rola.
ahora soy yo a quien lleva de la mano.
la banda shoot me down su pistola
en primavera y con doce veranos.
"no te quería llevar".
oigo que dice una voz.
cuando la vuelva a encontrar
esta vez puedo ser yo.
hoy la muerte me esquiva otra vez.
en sus brazos no me quiere ver.
"no te quería llevar"
oigo que dice una voz.
cuando la vuelva a encontrar
esta vez puedo ser yo.
un día voy a volver.
te llevo lejos del sol.
entonces vas a entender
que hoy bailarás a mi son.
hoy la muerte me esquiva otra vez.
en sus brazos no me quiere ver.

The Grim Reaper

I'm a thief growing into a hitman
and in my hood you better not play.
I work sending souls to the Devil
and I live outside the law.
"Hi mister! I came to kill you."
the sound of a gun rings in his head.
a big mess breaks out in the street
and The Grim Reaper is coming for him.
"I didn't want to take you."
I hear a voice say.
When I see her again
this time it could be me.
Today death dodges me once more.
in her arms, she doesn't want to see me.
Today The Bald One sings this tune to me.
now it's me she’s leading by the hand.
the gang shoots me down with their gun
in spring and with twelve summers.
"I didn't want to take you."
I hear a voice say.
When I see her again
this time it could be me.
Today death dodges me once more.
in her arms, she doesn't want to see me.
"I didn't want to take you."
I hear a voice say.
When I see her again
this time it could be me.
One day I'm gonna come back.
I'll take you far from the sun.
Then you'll understand
that today you'll dance to my tune.
Today death dodges me once more.
in her arms, she doesn't want to see me.

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