Sí Señor
Control Machete
Yes Sir
Golden and growing mature in my land
Ready to fly while my people wait
Spikes that I sow
To see if they germinate
North wind, thought and life
To San Pedro I bring him between the breath and saliva I release
Every moment I feel right
And I do it complete and direct
Yes Sir, Yes Sir (comes, comes, comes, comes)
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Yes Sir, Yes Sir
Fire, smiles, reality and pain
Present ground, waiting in representation
Falling at night lulls me unconsciously
In my belly the past seconds, loaded
Tattooed on my back soaked united
In spasms of crying and laughter
I have walked without causes without hurry
So slow the moment and it doesn't end
So slow crossing between the thorns
Tell me how it feels, tell me how it feels
Tell me how it feels the sweat on the forehead
Tell me how it feels, tell me if you sense
Tell me how it feels the sweat on the forehead
The smell of my land penetrates the brain
It integrates into the system and takes my body
It makes it float, breathe and calm
I'm in the place as if to go sow a little
And then collect it little by little
Take it to my cellar, and see what interests me
The good, the bad
He comes and comes the one who absents maintains
sadness, comes and comes,
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Fire, smiles, reality and pain
