business | March 18, 2026

Victor Cibrian En La Finiquera Lyrics English Translation

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And on the radio a pig farmer with La Decima Banda

Compa Luis R Conriquez, the Ruled Force

And compa Victor

Jálese, mi compa

Roll up your sleeves!

'Let's love each other, old men

Compa Jesus, compa Victor

Another fart!

Ha ha, government, old man

Something cool

And pa to roll up solid hair, plebada

And on the radio a pig farmer

Pelate of the canton that this already twisted

And step on the ranflon that they are following us.

My mind was clouded and I took a dry pass

On the chest my horn

I entrusted myself to St. Jude, I put on a vest

I throw up the Glock, just trembling my finger

I hear a drift and looked at it in the distance.

The rafaguera came

The rain of bullets, in the glass several were impacted

I got into the dust

And in that gap the Cherokona peeled them.

The rifle was not necessary, I lost them between the gaps

And just for the revenge I stuck a full plane

Today we are those who are

And tomorrow, whatever God wants

And there just to know how the chain rubs, old man

Compa Luis, compa Victor

To the verge

Another fart

They knew fear

When they saw that the Four was not accurate

That's where I learned that several even hid

Forgiveness was no longer enough, they adhered to their action

A convoy from hell

Pure rag face, we were after the finger

Betrayals are paid, but with San Pedro

He wanted to light the fire and burned they left

I fell into the burrow where that scourge

With rifles and equipment I was waiting

The rafaguera came

Three bullets in the enemy's chest hit me

With force I detonated the rifle, write me five to the count

This I could not deliver, you reap what you sow

For to die we were born

And he who is afraid, better not come

'Let's love each other.

Ay, ay, ay

And so rumbles The Nineteenth, old

On the radio a fucking pig, old

Up with the mafia

And something beautiful for the camel, compa Victor, compa Jesús

And the Nineteenth, old

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