Translation of the song lyrics Senor Matanza - Mano Negra

Senor Matanza (original)

Esta ciudad es la propriedad
Del Senor Matanza!
El de la rebaja baja del taxi
Los tiros, la tira, el basuco y la mentira!
Esta ciudad es la propiedad
Del Senor Matanza
Esa olla, esa mina, y esa finca y ese mar
Ese paramilitar, son propriedad
Del Senor Matanza
Ese federal, ese chivato y ese sapo, el sindicato
Y el obispo, el general son propriedad
Del Senor Matanza
Buenas jiniteras y alcool, estan bajo control,
La escuela y el monte de piedad son propriedad
Del Senor Matanza
El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga dice quien vivira
Esa y esa tierra y ese bar son propriedad
Del Senor Matanza
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y mi niero que lo llevan y se van,
Los que matan, pam pam, son propriedad
Del Senor Matanza!
El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga, dice quien vivira
No se pueda caminar sin colaborar con su santidad,
El Senor Matanza
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero pal monte
Escuchalo gey!
Su palabra es ley!
El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga, dice quien sufrira
Esa y esa tierra y ese bar Son propriedad
Del Senor Matanza
Cuando no manda, lo compra
Si no lo compra lo elimina!
… Esa linea de autocar, el Hotel y el Billar,
Esa chica que se da, por el Bulevar, son propriedad
Del Senor Matanza

Senor Matanza (translation)

This city is the property
Of Lord Slaughter!
The one with the low taxi discount
The shots, the strip, the basuco and the lie!
This city is the property
Of Lord Slaughter
That pot, that mine, and that farm and that sea
That paramilitary, they are property
Of Lord Slaughter
That fed, that sneak and that toad, the union
And the bishop, the general are property
Of Lord Slaughter
Good jiniteras and alcohol, they are under control,
The school and the pawnshop are property
Of Lord Slaughter
He decides what goes, he says what won't be
Decides who pays it says who will live
That and that land and that bar are property
Of Lord Slaughter
And they take my niero to the mountain
And they take my niero to the mountain
And my son who takes him and leaves,
Those who kill, pam pam, are property
Of Lord Slaughter!
He decides what goes, says what won't be
Decides who pays it, says who will live
You cannot walk without collaborating with his holiness from him,
The Lord Slaughter
And they take my niero to the mountain
And to my niero pal monte
listen to it gey!
His word of his is law!
He decides what goes, says what won't be
Decides who pays it, says who will suffer
That and that land and that bar are property
Of Lord Slaughter
When he doesn't command, he buys it
If he doesn't buy it he deletes it!
… That bus line, the Hotel and the Billiards,
That girl who is given, by the Boulevard, they are property
Of Lord Slaughter