Tumberos
Estoy pegado re-jugado hasta las manos.
Rranchando con pibitos de mi palo.
A los violines los hacemos nuestros gatos.
Los del pabellón V.I.P. son refugiados.
Ahora estamos guardados,
no podemos zafar.
La faca ya está afilada,
asi que le vamos a dar.
ESTRIBILLO:
Tumbero yo soy, ya voy a salir.
Tumbero yo soy, que se arme el motín.
Cuando esté a fuera,
te vas a morir.
[Repite todo]
[Estribillo]
Convicts
I'm stuck, really committed up to my hands.
Hanging out with kids from my circle.
We make the violins our cats.
The V.I.P. pavilion ones are refugees.
Now we are locked up,
we can't get away.
The knife is already sharp,
so we're going to give it to them.
CHORUS:
Convict I am, I'm going to get out.
Convict I am, let the riot begin.
When I'm outside,
you're going to die.
[Repeat all]
[Chorus]