Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Última Cena, artist - NARCO. Album song Alita De Mosca, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 24.01.2010
Record label: Maldito
Song language: Spanish
La Última Cena(original) |
En la escuela yo era un niño normal |
Que vivia con sus padres en una casa adosá |
Los domingos pa mi era un dia especial |
Porque eran los dias de matanza en el pueblo de mi mamá |
En el coche yo estaba nervioso |
Mi padre decia: |
COMO LE GUSTA LA SANGRE A ESTE ASQUEROSO |
Elos no entendian lo que yo llegaba a disfrutar |
Viendo desangrarse a ese animal |
Y es lo que queremos |
Merece la pena |
Vamos a comernos en la ultima cena |
Y es lo que queremos |
Merece la pena |
Vamos a comernos en la ultima cena |
Quiero comerte y tu quieres que te coma! |
Quiero comerte y tu quieres que te coma! |
Ellos no lo entienden |
No lo entenderan jamas |
Quiero comerte y tu quieres que te coma! |
Quiero comerte y tu quieres que te coma! |
Voy a hacertelas tragar nena! |
Mi vida depende de esto |
Lo tengo hablao con mi parien |
Los restos de su cuerpo se convertiran en caries |
Porque ahora yo he crecido |
Y ha crecido mi adiccion al ser humano |
Es la base de mi alimentacion |
Me gusta como crujen los tendones en mi boca |
Antes me coloco |
Pá que veas en mis ojos tu fin |
No era una broma |
Aun quieres que te coma! |
Y es lo que queremos |
Merece la pena |
Vamos a comernos en la ultima cena |
Y es lo que queremos |
Merece la pena |
Aun quieres que te coma! |
Aun quieres que te coma! |
Voy a hacertelas tragar nena! |
Hoy seras mi cena! |
Pon la mesa con cubiertos de plata |
No te olvides de sacar palangana |
Para recoger los fluidos |
Visceras, sangre, amor y castigo |
Anestesia por burblocaina (?) |
Hay serruchos y cuchillos para hacernos la comida |
Hes la hora de matarnos y eso me da vida |
Hierro incandescente para sellar las heridas |
Mirame a los ojos nena |
Hoy seras mi cena Soy tu cocinero y tu eres mi comida |
Tierna! |
Esto es fantastico |
Esto es la gloria |
Me gusta cocinar con el cuerpo de mi novia |
Lobulos al ajillo |
Parrillada de gluteos |
Revuelto de ojete |
Pezones en su punto |
Esto es romantico |
No es violento |
Lo hacemos con clase los dos al mismo tiempo |
Ultimo bocado se da al corazon |
Los dos en carne viva nos diermos adios |
Mirame a los ojos nena |
Hoy seras mi cena Soy tu cocinero y tu eres mi comida |
Fresca! |
Nena nena |
Hoy seras mi cena |
Al ajillo, empanao, flambeado |
Nena nena |
Hoy seras mi cena |
A la plancha, estofado, carpaccio |
Nena nena |
Hoy seras mi cena |
Al whisky, marinao, rebozado |
Nena nena |
Dime que me quieres y desangrate a mi lado! |
(translation) |
At school I was a normal kid |
That he lived with his parents in a semi-detached house |
Sundays for me was a special day |
Because it was the days of slaughter in my mom's town |
In the car I was nervous |
My father used to say: |
HOW DOES THIS DISGUSTING LIKE BLOOD |
They did not understand what I came to enjoy |
Watching that animal bleed |
And it's what we want |
Worth |
Let's eat at the last supper |
And it's what we want |
Worth |
Let's eat at the last supper |
I want to eat you and you want me to eat you! |
I want to eat you and you want me to eat you! |
They don't get it |
They will never understand |
I want to eat you and you want me to eat you! |
I want to eat you and you want me to eat you! |
I'm going to make you swallow baby! |
my life depends on this |
I have it talked to my relative |
The remains of his body will turn into cavities |
Because now I have grown |
And my addiction to the human being has grown |
It is the basis of my diet |
I like how the tendons crackle in my mouth |
Before I get high |
So that you see your end in my eyes |
it wasn't a joke |
You still want me to eat you! |
And it's what we want |
Worth |
Let's eat at the last supper |
And it's what we want |
Worth |
You still want me to eat you! |
You still want me to eat you! |
I'm going to make you swallow baby! |
Today you will be my dinner! |
Set the table with silver cutlery |
Do not forget to take out basin |
to collect fluids |
Viscera, blood, love and punishment |
Burblocaine anesthesia (?) |
There are saws and knives to make us food |
It's time to kill us and that gives me life |
Incandescent iron to seal wounds |
look me in the eyes baby |
Today you will be my dinner I am your cook and you are my food |
cute! |
This is fantastic |
this is the glory |
I like to cook with my girlfriend's body |
Garlic lobes |
Grilled buttocks |
Scrambled eggs |
Nipples at their point |
this is romantic |
not violent |
We do it with class both at the same time |
Last bite is given to the heart |
The two of us, raw, say goodbye |
look me in the eyes baby |
Today you will be my dinner I am your cook and you are my food |
fresh! |
baby baby |
Today you will be my dinner |
Garlic, breaded, flambéed |
baby baby |
Today you will be my dinner |
Grilled, stewed, carpaccio |
baby baby |
Today you will be my dinner |
With whiskey, marinated, battered |
baby baby |
Tell me you love me and bleed to death by my side! |