Machete - No Te Va Gustar

Corre por tus venas mi sangre

Suenan en tu oído mis voces

Dale negro, dale al machete bombón

No te me quedes en la calle

Acordate con mi alma siempre vos podes contar

No hay rencores, hoy el tiempo ha lavado mis heridas

Lleva en los hombros todo el peso

Que jamás debió tener

Se le calienta el vino en la mesada

De una cocina que no es de él

Impaciente está la vida que lo mira con desdén

Y le hace clan, clan, clan el corazón

Rasca que rasca

No encuentra nada

En los bolsillos

Están las pirañas

My blood runs through your veins

My voices sound in your ear

Give it black, give it to the machete, bombon

Don't stay on the street

Remember with my soul you can always count

There are no grudges, today time has washed my wounds

Carry all the weight on your shoulders

that she should never have

The wine is heated on the counter

From a kitchen that is not his

Impatient is the life that looks at him with disdain

And he makes his heart clan, clan, clan

scratch that scratch

he finds nothing

In the pockets

are the piranhas