Como Ratones - Y La Bamba

Ai, te busca el diablo,

No importa si vas,

A la iglesia con mama,

Dios vive en las manos,

De nuestros abuelos.

(Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)

Ellos tienen las vidas,

Llenas de cristo,

Leando la biblia,

Marcando los dias

Con canciones de grillos,

Marcando los dias,

Los dias finales.

(Calavera de invierno),

Chiando en el frio

Y buscando con sudor

Y estamos jodidos.

(Calavera de invierno),

Chiando en el frio

Y buscando con sudor,

Y estamos jodidos,

Chiando-oo, chiando-ooo.

Lagrimas bellas, Lagrimas bellas,

Lagrimas bellas, Lagrimas bellas.

Y el desierto, el desierto los llaman.

Dejando nos con la sed.

Y no hay agua para tomar,

No mas hay, no mas hay,

No mas hay la sangre,

La sangre de judas,

Sangre maldita,

Sangre pura.

Ai te busca el diablo,

Y no importa si vas,

A la iglesia con mama,

Dios vive en las manos,

De nuestros abuelos

Dios vive en las manos,

De nuestros recuerdos.

Ai, the devil is looking for you,

It doesn't matter if you go,

To church with mom,

God lives in the hands,

From our grandparents.

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

They have the lives

full of christ,

reading the bible,

Marking the days

With cricket songs,

Marking the days

The final days.

(Winter Skull),

chiando in the cold

And looking with sweat

And we are screwed.

(Winter Skull),

chiando in the cold

And searching with sweat,

And we're screwed

Chiando-oo, chiando-ooo.

beautiful tears, beautiful tears,

Beautiful tears Beautiful tears

And the desert, the desert they call them.

Leaving us thirsty.

And there is no water to drink,

There is no more, there is no more,

There is no more blood,

the blood of judas,

damn blood,

Pure blood.

Ai the devil is looking for you,

And it doesn't matter if you go,

To church with mom,

God lives in the hands,

of our grandparents

God lives in the hands,

From our memories.