Buenos Tardes Amigo Songtext / Lyric

Buenos Tardes Amigo, Hola my good friend. Cinco de Mayos on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again.

You killed my brother last winter,
You shot him three times in the back.
In the night I still hear Mama weeping,
Oh, Mama still dresses in black.

I looked at every Fiesta,
For you I wanted to greet.
Maybe I'd sell you a chicken,
With poison interlaced with the meat.

You, you look like my brother,
Mama, loved him the best.
He was head hancho with the ladies,
Mama always said he was blessed.

The village all gathered around him,
They couldn't believe what they saw.
I said it was you that had killed him
And that I'd find you and upstand the law.

The People of the village believed me,
Mama she wanted revenge.
I told there that I see that she was honored.
I'd find you and put you to death.

So now, now that I found you,
On this such a joyous day.
I tell you it was me who killed him,
But the truth I'll never have to say.

Buenos tardes amigo,
Hola, my good friend.
Cinco de Mayos on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again.
Yes I hoped we'd see each other again.
I hoped we'd see each other again..

(PISTOLENSCHUSS! ;x)