Translation of the song lyrics Catastrofe - Gabriel Rios

Catastrofe (original)

Yo tuve on sueno bien malo
Yo andaba bien con mi son
Y vino un viento malvado que a mi sin son me dejo
Y cuando habia despertado
Senti yo un gran apagon
Apenas habia empezado esta gran maldicion
Pues cuando vengo a ver
Ay Donde esta mi mujer
Ese fue el viento malvado que a mi sin son me dejo
Ay que nos vamos pa la AFRICA
Y voy volando para AMERICA
Y hasta me tiro para BELGICA
Buscando bien a mi son
Si yu la ves AGARRALA
Ay que tu tienes que AMARRALA
Has lo que sea pero TRAEMELA
A mi mujer y a mi son
(que no estan ni por los centros espiritistas)
Parecen miles de anos
Que voy buscando mi son
Y ya yo me estoy cansando de la triste cancion
Y cuando vengo a ver
Ay donde esta mi feese fue
El viento malvado que a mi sin son me dejo
Ay papa dios AFRICA
Y voy chequiando yo en AMERICA
Que es lo que hay en la BELGICA
A ver si encuentro mi son
Si tu la ves AGARRALA
Dale suave pero AMARRALA
Has lo que quieras pero TRAEMELA
A mi mujer y a mi son
International here we come
Watch it blow like WillIie Colon
A little rum straight like OB1
And then we are back
To the place I am from
Strange like Dr. Love I am bringing nuclear subs
Climbing up the hill to talk to all the gods
If they don t listen we can rub a dub
I drop the bomb
(una bomba repica de Puerto Rico)
AFRICA
De kamikazi para AMERICA
Lo paso bien en la BELGICA
Y voy buscando mi son
(ya tu sabes, buscando el son)
AGARRALA
Ay que tu tienes que AMARRARLA
Has lo que sea pero TRAEMELA
A mi mujer y a mi son
(Candela vamos)
AFRICA
Tirando bomba alli en AMERICA
Bailando bien en la BELGICA
Y voy buscando mi son
(si tu la ves)
AGARRALA
Dale brodel pero AMARRALA
Has lo que sea pero TRAEMELA
A mi mujer y a mi son

Catastrofe (translation)

I had a very bad dream
I was doing well with my son
And an evil wind came that left me without sound
And when he had woken up
I felt a big blackout
This great curse had barely begun
So when I come to see
Oh where is my wife
That was the evil wind that left me without sound
Oh, we're going to AFRICA
And I'm flying to AMERICA
And I even shot for BELGIUM
Looking good at my son
If you see her GRAB HER
Oh, you have to tie her up
Do whatever but BRING IT TO ME
To my wife and my son
(which are not even in the spiritualist centers)
It seems thousands of years
I'm looking for my son
And I'm getting tired of the sad song
And when I come to see
Oh where is my fee went
The evil wind that left me without son
Oh daddy god AFRICA
And I'm checking in AMERICA
What is there in BELGIUM
Let's see if I find my son
If you see her GRAB IT
Give it soft but TIE HER
Do what you want but BRING IT TO ME
To my wife and my son
International here we come
Watch it blow like Willie Colon
A little rum straight like OB1
And then we are back
To the place I am from
Strange like Dr. Love I am bringing nuclear subs
Climbing up the hill to talk to all the gods
If they don't listen we can rub a dub
I drop the bomb
(a bomb chimes from Puerto Rico)
AFRICA
From kamikazi for AMERICA
I had a good time in BELGIUM
And I'm looking for my son
(you know, looking for the son)
grab her
Oh, you have to TIE HER
Do whatever but BRING IT TO ME
To my wife and my son
(candle let's go)
AFRICA
Dropping bomb there in AMERICA
Dancing well in BELGIUM
And I'm looking for my son
(if you see her)
grab her
Give her brodel but tie her up
Do whatever but BRING IT TO ME
To my wife and my son