Monday, February 7, 2011

El Justiciero





Please take a moment and listen to the following song:

Os Mutantes 'El Justiciero'






Once upon a time when perhaps the sun was fading behind
the mountains.
The shadow of a strong man, with a gun in his hand,
raised to protect
the poor people of the haciendas, they called him: "El
Justiciero"
He! El Justiciero buenos dias
Que tienes a decir
El Justiciero yo soy pobre
Que tienes a me dar
" Tiengo chocolate quiente
tequila, paga lo que deves"
El Justiciero cha, cha, cha
Que otra cosa puedo dar
El Justiciero yo tengo 30 hijos con hambre,
la guerra me ay strupatto tanto bene, socuerro
El Justiciero, ajuda me por favor
He! El Justiciero buenos dias
Que tienes a decir
El Justiciero yo soy pobre
Que tienes a me dar
Besa me mucho juanita Banana
Quando calienta el sol








This is what happened when I fed it through babelfish:

I have!
The Justiciero good morning
That you must to say
The Justiciero I am poor
That you must to give me "
Tiengo chocolate quiente tequila, pays what deves"
The Justiciero cha, cha, cha
That another thing I can give
The Justiciero I have 30 children with hunger,
the war me ay strupatto as much bene,
socuerro the Justiciero, ajuda me please I have!
The Justiciero good morning
That you must to say
The Justiciero I am poor
That you must to give me Much juanita Banana kisses
me Quando warms up the sun

I am afraid my weakness with the language barrier allowed me to paint a completely mental pictures every time I heard this song. I don't think you should have to tell El Justiciero that you are poor and you have many children to feed. El Justiciero should be aware of these facts already. He should have a good understanding of what is going on the village, and upon whom to deal out the justice. Then you pay him with chocolate tequila and he goes on another adventure in another village. The hacienda reverberates with his mere presence. With a gun in his hand, he protects the poor, and avenges their undoing.



He is El Justiciero.

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