Calibre 50 El Niño Sicario Lyrics English Translation
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You already stained your hands with blood
Nimodo, there is no other choice
It only remains to enter
You taught yourself to kill early
And you have taken the wrong path
You are not even fifteen years old
And you still have the face of a child
Do not cry or feel bad
So we all started
Welcome to the real world
Now you are a hitman
Your tears dry boy
Soon you will get used to it
Your hands are shaking
Like any beginner
The streets have been your school
And vandalism your life
You went through hunger and sadness
The mafia is now your family
Listen well to what I say
I'll put this gun in your hands
You take care of me, I take care of you
You betray me and I kill you
Only two years passed
And the novice became an expert
Sicilian style
I didn't feel remorse
The boy is gone forever
And the man came to the defense
I'm a boss's gunman
I have more than 100 on my account
To the eternal judge I entrust my soul
Only he can judge me and forgive me
This prayer of my steps takes care
But the shadow of death will follow me
Being a hit man now is my life
I chose this path
And there is no going back
I went on a mission that day
And join my command
Pray three Bird Marys
And I took my rosary
The date became a trap
The partners became opposites
We resisted with bullets
In the midst of the crossfire
But they were too many
There was no escape
All my allies fell
And my gun is empty
The impacts were accurate
Three bullets pass the armor
A cold runs through my body
Oh blood everywhere
You know that I'm not bad
Life has led me to this
I am guilty and I have sinned
Miss the fifth commandment
My God open your doors for me
Please don't leave me alone
Death sat at my table
And I feel it touch my shoulder
Plebes who follow my steps
I will give you some advice
Value family and work
Be men of profit
In the mafia there are two things for sure
Either jail or death
By bad luck I found the second
And I was only 17
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