El Juicio de La Corrupción (Versión en Español)

Justice is corrupt, it’s just determined by the amount of cash
Being the master of the court, money is what I seek, the law doesn’t concern me
If you hand me cash, even the lowest scoundrel can be set free
In my court, money is the one who makes the law

I don’t care about appearances, ages, or races, it’s all irrelevant
What interests me is the size of the amount you want to pay me
Since your whole life is in my hands
If you want to save yourself, you just have to pay

Now your sins are weighed down
By this judgment of corruption
If you want to be rescued from the flames of hell
You just have to satisfy my ambition

To save my daughter, who’s incapacitated, I need cash
I know when I gather all the capital sins, I’ll be able to do it
Today is another day in the courtroom of dishonesty
Criminals laugh while the victims cry

Now your sins are weighed down
By this judgment of corruption
To make my desires come true
I’ll keep enforcing this unjust law

Today a corrupt general, a vile serial killer, has come to court
He hands me a bribe and in that instant, I declare him innocent
The whole town is furious, civil war begins and the leader falls
His corpse lies outside the courthouse

The citizens' anger, directed at me
But I’ll never be afraid as long as I’m with my dear daughter
Under the rubble of that shattered home
You can find the remains of father and daughter

I woke up in a dark, sad, and gloomy place: The entrance to the underworld
Paradise or penance, the master of hell is the one who gives the sentence
If you hand me cash, even the lowest scoundrel can be set free
In hell, money is the one who makes the law

I slowly approach the master of hell and whisper with a smile
All my vast fortune
That I treasure
Will never be yours
I start to walk towards the great door
As I enter, my body falls into the abyss of the beyond

Now my sins are weighed down
By this judgment of corruption
I won’t even let the master of hell
Pass a sentence on me

Because I know that one day I’ll have in my hands
The pieces of a capital sin
And I know when that happens, this devastated hell
Will be an ideal utopia for my daughter