Trato de Muerte

I don't care how much it costs, I want that Frisian horse, that guaco
It's not for sale and excuse the news, I appreciate it like my luck
I want it more than my own life

We all have a price, some more expensive than others
If you like money, I like that colt
Let's ride calmly, let's talk about the business
The horse is not for sale and that's my final word
I don't like pressure, I don't like how you talk to me
Money doesn't impress me, I don't bend to your words

I'm going to make my final offer, impossible to refuse
I'm going to change your life for that of this four-legged animal
Think very well about your answer, don't rush to respond

If you are capable of killing me for the pleasure of a good horse
I'm going to propose a deal without getting so violent
I'll give you my horse if you can ride it

It's good that you reconsider, it makes things easier
I've never killed on a Sunday, much less at this hour
I've tamed wild beasts, the exception won't be now

When he put his foot in the stirrup, the horse went wild
As if it truly knew it was attacking the enemy
With a kick to the chest, it took his life away

And you know, Komander, that the Buchones
We're at the top, pure Movement
My buddy is altered, right there