Catastrofe - Gabriel Rios

Yo tuve on sueno bien malo

Yo andaba bien con mi son

Y vino un viento malvado que a mi sin son me dejo

Y cuando habia despertado

Senti yo un gran apagon

Apenas habia empezado esta gran maldicion

Pues cuando vengo a ver

Ay Donde esta mi mujer

Ese fue el viento malvado que a mi sin son me dejo

Ay que nos vamos pa la AFRICA

Y voy volando para AMERICA

Y hasta me tiro para BELGICA

Buscando bien a mi son

Si yu la ves AGARRALA

Ay que tu tienes que AMARRALA

Has lo que sea pero TRAEMELA

A mi mujer y a mi son

(que no estan ni por los centros espiritistas)

Parecen miles de anos

Que voy buscando mi son

Y ya yo me estoy cansando de la triste cancion

Y cuando vengo a ver

Ay donde esta mi feese fue

El viento malvado que a mi sin son me dejo

Ay papa dios AFRICA

Y voy chequiando yo en AMERICA

Que es lo que hay en la BELGICA

A ver si encuentro mi son

Si tu la ves AGARRALA

Dale suave pero AMARRALA

Has lo que quieras pero TRAEMELA

A mi mujer y a mi son

International here we come

Watch it blow like WillIie Colon

A little rum straight like OB1

And then we are back

To the place I am from

Strange like Dr. Love I am bringing nuclear subs

Climbing up the hill to talk to all the gods

If they don t listen we can rub a dub

I drop the bomb

(una bomba repica de Puerto Rico)

AFRICA

De kamikazi para AMERICA

Lo paso bien en la BELGICA

Y voy buscando mi son

(ya tu sabes, buscando el son)

AGARRALA

Ay que tu tienes que AMARRARLA

Has lo que sea pero TRAEMELA

A mi mujer y a mi son

(Candela vamos)

AFRICA

Tirando bomba alli en AMERICA

Bailando bien en la BELGICA

Y voy buscando mi son

(si tu la ves)

AGARRALA

Dale brodel pero AMARRALA

Has lo que sea pero TRAEMELA

A mi mujer y a mi son

I had a very bad dream

I was doing well with my son

And an evil wind came that left me without sound

And when he had woken up

I felt a big blackout

This great curse had barely begun

So when I come to see

Oh where is my wife

That was the evil wind that left me without sound

Oh, we're going to AFRICA

And I'm flying to AMERICA

And I even shot for BELGIUM

Looking good at my son

If you see her GRAB HER

Oh, you have to tie her up

Do whatever but BRING IT TO ME

To my wife and my son

(which are not even in the spiritualist centers)

It seems thousands of years

I'm looking for my son

And I'm getting tired of the sad song

And when I come to see

Oh where is my fee went

The evil wind that left me without son

Oh daddy god AFRICA

And I'm checking in AMERICA

What is there in BELGIUM

Let's see if I find my son

If you see her GRAB IT

Give it soft but TIE HER

Do what you want but BRING IT TO ME

To my wife and my son

International here we come

Watch it blow like Willie Colon

A little rum straight like OB1

And then we are back

To the place I am from

Strange like Dr. Love I am bringing nuclear subs

Climbing up the hill to talk to all the gods

If they don't listen we can rub a dub

I drop the bomb

(a bomb chimes from Puerto Rico)

AFRICA

From kamikazi for AMERICA

I had a good time in BELGIUM

And I'm looking for my son

(you know, looking for the son)

grab her

Oh, you have to TIE HER

Do whatever but BRING IT TO ME

To my wife and my son

(candle let's go)

AFRICA

Dropping bomb there in AMERICA

Dancing well in BELGIUM

And I'm looking for my son

(if you see her)

grab her

Give her brodel but tie her up

Do whatever but BRING IT TO ME

To my wife and my son