Laberinto — El Lobo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Lobo" by Laberinto.
Lyrics
En sus placas lleva un lobo
y en los angeles los vieron.
De obregon salio una tarde
en su negro que volava
no se despidio de nadie, nomas de su madre santa
iva a un duelo con la muerte
sabe dios si regresara
Nacio en una vil pobreza
no quizo vivir en ella
ese rancho del durazno
due la cuna de sus penas
prometio buscar fortuna
aunqie por ello muriera
De Arizona era el mañozo
que le arrebato a su novia
hay lo dejaron por muerto
pero lo encontro una golfa
delirava con vengarze
tiene contadas las horas
Con las riendas en la mano
las espuelas le clavava
la promeza de su vida
la llevava en las enancas
en su negro poderozo Chevrolet era su raza
Conseguida la fortuna
comenzo al caseria
iva en busca de los hombres
que destrozaron su vida
fue como llegar al sol
pero lo logro aquel dia
Los hecho ala camioneta
con la sed de su venganza
y la planta de los pies
les corto con la navaja
y en el Desierto de Altar
los bajo a que caminaran
Los amarro en una sahuaro
pa' seguirslos torturando
con su beretta en la mano
les estaba disparando
los pedazos les volavan
de las piernas y los brazos
No digo sus apellido
solo se llama Rosendo
le han pegado 7 tiros
pero no le han dado el bueno
En sus placas lleva una lobo
y en los angeles los vieron
Lyrics translation
On his plates he carries a wolf
and in Los angeles they saw them.
From obregon he left one afternoon
on his flying black
he didn't say goodbye to anyone, just his Holy Mother.
iva to a duel with death
God knows if I come back
Born in Vile poverty
I didn't want to live in it.
that peach Ranch
I owe the cradle of their sorrows
I promised to seek fortune
aunqie for it would die
Arizona was the manozo
that he snatched from his girlfriend
there left him for dead
but a whore found him
raving with vengeance
hours are counted
With the reins in hand
the Spurs nailed him
the promise of your life
he wore it in his pants.
in his black poderozo Chevrolet was his race
Got the Fortune
I started at the caseria
VAT in search of men
that destroyed his life
it was like getting to the sun
but I did it that day
The done wing van
with a thirst for revenge
and the soles of the feet
I'll cut them off with the knife.
and in the desert Altar
I'll lower them to walk
I tie them in a sahuaro
to follow them torturing
with his beretta in his hand
I was shooting at them.
the pieces flew away
legs and arms
I don't say his last name.
it's only called Rosendo
he's been shot 7 times.
but they haven't given him the good
On his plates he wears a wolf
and in Los angeles they saw them