Lyrics of Como Ratones - Y La Bamba

Como Ratones (original)

Ai, te busca el diablo,
No importa si vas,
A la iglesia con mama,
Dios vive en las manos,
De nuestros abuelos.
(Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
Ellos tienen las vidas,
Llenas de cristo,
Leando la biblia,
Marcando los dias
Con canciones de grillos,
Marcando los dias,
Los dias finales.
(Calavera de invierno),
Chiando en el frio
Y buscando con sudor
Y estamos jodidos.
(Calavera de invierno),
Chiando en el frio
Y buscando con sudor,
Y estamos jodidos,
Chiando-oo, chiando-ooo.
Lagrimas bellas, Lagrimas bellas,
Lagrimas bellas, Lagrimas bellas.
Y el desierto, el desierto los llaman.
Dejando nos con la sed.
Y no hay agua para tomar,
No mas hay, no mas hay,
No mas hay la sangre,
La sangre de judas,
Sangre maldita,
Sangre pura.
Ai te busca el diablo,
Y no importa si vas,
A la iglesia con mama,
Dios vive en las manos,
De nuestros abuelos
Dios vive en las manos,
De nuestros recuerdos.

(translation)

Ai, the devil is looking for you,
It doesn't matter if you go,
To church with mom,
God lives in the hands,
From our grandparents.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
They have the lives
full of christ,
reading the bible,
Marking the days
With cricket songs,
Marking the days
The final days.
(Winter Skull),
chiando in the cold
And looking with sweat
And we are screwed.
(Winter Skull),
chiando in the cold
And searching with sweat,
And we're screwed
Chiando-oo, chiando-ooo.
beautiful tears, beautiful tears,
Beautiful tears Beautiful tears
And the desert, the desert they call them.
Leaving us thirsty.
And there is no water to drink,
There is no more, there is no more,
There is no more blood,
the blood of judas,
damn blood,
Pure blood.
Ai the devil is looking for you,
And it doesn't matter if you go,
To church with mom,
God lives in the hands,
of our grandparents
God lives in the hands,
From our memories.