Senor Matanza - Mano Negra

Esta ciudad es la propriedad

Del Senor Matanza!

El de la rebaja baja del taxi

Los tiros, la tira, el basuco y la mentira!

Esta ciudad es la propiedad

Del Senor Matanza

Esa olla, esa mina, y esa finca y ese mar

Ese paramilitar, son propriedad

Del Senor Matanza

Ese federal, ese chivato y ese sapo, el sindicato

Y el obispo, el general son propriedad

Del Senor Matanza

Buenas jiniteras y alcool, estan bajo control,

La escuela y el monte de piedad son propriedad

Del Senor 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 propriedad

Del Senor Matanza

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 propriedad

Del Senor Matanza!

El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera

Decide quien la paga, dice quien vivira

No se pueda caminar sin colaborar con su santidad,

El Senor Matanza

Y a mi niero llevan pal monte

Y a mi niero pal monte

Escuchalo gey!

Su palabra es ley!

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 propriedad

Del Senor Matanza

Cuando no manda, lo compra

Si no lo compra lo elimina!

… Esa linea de autocar, el Hotel y el Billar,

Esa chica que se da, por el Bulevar, son propriedad

Del Senor Matanza

This city is the property

Of Lord Slaughter!

The one with the low taxi discount

The shots, the strip, the basuco and the lie!

This city is the property

Of Lord Slaughter

That pot, that mine, and that farm and that sea

That paramilitary, they are property

Of Lord Slaughter

That fed, that sneak and that toad, the union

And the bishop, the general are property

Of Lord Slaughter

Good jiniteras and alcohol, they are under control,

The school and the pawnshop are property

Of Lord Slaughter

He decides what goes, he says what won't be

Decides who pays it says who will live

That and that land and that bar are property

Of Lord Slaughter

And they take my niero to the mountain

And they take my niero to the mountain

And my son who takes him and leaves,

Those who kill, pam pam, are property

Of Lord Slaughter!

He decides what goes, says what won't be

Decides who pays it, says who will live

You cannot walk without collaborating with his holiness from him,

The Lord Slaughter

And they take my niero to the mountain

And to my niero pal monte

listen to it gey!

His word of his is law!

He decides what goes, says what won't be

Decides who pays it, says who will suffer

That and that land and that bar are property

Of Lord Slaughter

When he doesn't command, he buys it

If he doesn't buy it he deletes it!

… That bus line, the Hotel and the Billiards,

That girl who is given, by the Boulevard, they are property

Of Lord Slaughter