Brujeria, El Patron
(Alternative Tentacles Records, 1994; trans. Rachel Conover)
| El Patron
Un soldado cayo muerto
Nuestro jefe fue asesinado
Quien nos va mandar, Pablo Escobar
Fue rey de coca—hizo plata de hojas
Fue un gran hombre, Padrino de los pobres
Fue un general—Mando indios guerreros
Era El Patrón, el mero chingón
A los indios pobres, les compraba casas
A los indios fuertes les daba armas
A los policías comprados les dio mordidas de
feria
A los jueces pendejos les corto los pescuezos
El negocio de placer—lo supo bien
Los indios lo cogían y los pochos lo vendían
Los negros cocinaron y las gangas empujaron
Polvo pa los ricos y tierra pa los pobres
Pinches indios pobres lo llamaban el patrón
Llévame pal cielo patrón
El dinero es nada
Mi espíritu es todo
Patrón bendígame ven a salvarme patrón
El señor pablo escobar fue hombre con visión
La visión de ayudar su gente propia
Hombre de familia y el padrino de los pobres
Repartió placer al mundo entero
Y ahora, ahora gente nos vamos al
panteón para enterrar el patrón
Millones de gente lo van a extrañar
¿Quién? ¿Quién Te digo?
¿Quien nos va a cuidar?
[Brujo:] Yo
[Mexicano:] Digame quien
[B:] Yo el brujo
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The Boss
A soldier fell dead
Our boss was killed
Who will lead us, Pablo Escobar
Was king of cocaine—made money from leaves
Was a great man—godfather of the poor
Was a general—sending native warriors
Was the boss, the best of all
To the poor natives, he bought them houses
To the strong natives, he gave them guns
To the sold out cops, he gave them great
bribes
To the stupid judges, he cut their throats
The business of pleasure—He knew it well
The natives harvested it and the spics1 sold it
The blacks cooked it and the gangs pushed it
Powder for the rich, and rocks for the poor
Fucking poor natives called him the boss
Take me to heaven boss
Money is nothing
My spirit is all
Boss bless me, come and save me boss
Mr Pablo Escobar was a visionary
The vision to take care of his own people
A family man and the godfather of the poor
He gave pleasure to the whole world
And now, now people we are going to the pantheon to bury the boss
Millions of people will miss him
Who? Who, I’m asking you?
Who is going to take care of us?
[Brujo:] I
[Mexicano:] Tell me who
[B:] I, el Brujo
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1 “pocho” is a derogatory slang term used by Mexicans to describe americanized Mexicans living in the U.S. (Valenzuela, Glosario). I have translated it as “spic” to keep the derogatory tone.
Brujeria, Raza Odiada (Pito Wilson)
(From the Raza Odiada album, Roadrunner Records, 1995; trans. Rachel Conover)
| Raza Odiada (Pito Wilson)
Pito Wilson: They keep coming, savage brown
skinned hordes, across the customs checkpoints
in San Diego, between backed up cars on our
freeways, they hang their laundry out the
window,
they do jobs white people are too cool to do
themselves. I don’t care if it starts a race war, I
don’t care if it brings every bigot out of the
closet and gets every brown skinned savage
beaten up on the street
Brujo: Que dice?
Mexicano: Shh! Shh! Todavía no
PW: Who cares as long as I, Pete Wilson, am
governor and president?
B: Ese pinche güero que dice?
M: Quiere chingar la raza
B: Ándale
M: No, no, no quiere matar la raza
B: Pásame es cuerno de chivo
M: Alla va jefe
M: Chingatelo eh
PW: I Pete Wilson gave you proposition 187
B: Cabron, ahorita lo chingo
PW: In this country you speak English or you
get out
M: ¿Que? Ingles a güevo
PW: I, Pete Wilson, will be president
B: Muévete maricon
[sonido de balas]
M: Andale, Baila, baila Güero, baila matalo
jefe, hechale cabron
PW: No, no please…
B: Cabron ahorita lo chingo,
cabron, ya estuvo Güey
PW: No,.. ah..
Hermanos mojados—de los Estados Unidos
quien te va chingar mas—no es Satanas
Somos la raza odiada del mundo güero
Elegido por las manos gabachos
El Pito Wilson esta lleno de odio
Busca joder nuestra raza
Pito Wilson—El rey de racistas—Pito Wilson
Pito Wilson—Sera presidente—Pito Wilson
Pito Wilson—Te quiere ver muerto—Pito
Wilson
Pito Wilson—El cristo de odio—Pito Wilson
Hermanos mexicanos—no sean huevones
Holocausto de la raza—Ya empezo
El Pito del norte—esta creciendo
Sera presidente el cristo gabacho
Primero los mojados—despues los mayates
Puro guero o puro muerto
Pito Wilson—Odia la raza—Pito Wilson
Pito Wilson—Sera presidente—Pito Wilson
Pito Wilson—Te quiere ver muerto—Pito Wilson
Pito Wilson—El cristo de odio—Pito Wilson
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Hated Race (Pete Wilson)
Pete Wilson: They keep coming, savage brown
skinned hordes, across the customs checkpoints
in San Diego, between backed up cars on our
freeways, they hang their laundry out the
window,
they do jobs white people are too cool to do
themselves. I don’t care if it starts a race war, I
don’t care if it brings every bigot out of the
closet and gets every brown skinnned savage
beaten up on the street
Brujo: What is he saying?
Mexican: Shh! Shh! Not yet
PW:Who cares as long as I, Pete Wilson, am governor and president?
B: What is that fucking white man saying?
M: He wants to fuck the race
B: Hey
M: No, no, no he wants to kill the race
B: Pass me that AK-472
M: Here it goes boss
M: Fuck him eh
PW: I Pete Wilson gave you proposition 187
B: Motherfucker, In a moment I’ll fuck him
PW: In this country you speak English or you get out
M: What? To hell with English
PW: I, Pete Wilson, will be president
B: Move on faggot
[bullets sound]
M: Hey, dance, dance white man, dance, kill
him boss, do it motherfucker
PW: No, no please…
B: Motherfucker, now I’ll fuck him,
motherfucker, that’s all idiot
PW: No,.. ah..
Wetback brothers—of the United States
who’s gonna fuck you hardest—isn’t Satan
we are the hated race in the white world
Chosen by American hands
Pete Wilson is full of hate
He’s looking to fuck up our race
Pete Wilson—the king of racists—Pete Wilson
Pete Wilson—will be president—Pete Wilson
Pete Wilson—he wants to see you dead—Pete
Wilson
Pete Wilson—christ of hate—Pete Wilson
Mexican brothers—don’t be idiots
Holocaust of the race—has already begun
Peter of the North—is getting powerful
The american christ will be president
First wetbacks—;later niggers3
Purely white or purely dead
Pete Wilson—Hates the race—Pete Wilson
Pete Wilson—Will be president—Pete Wilson
Pete Wilson—wants to see you dead—Pete Wilson
Pete Wilson—christ of hate—Pete Wilson
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2 “cuerno de chivo” literally means “goat’s horn,” but is a slang term for an AK-47 due to its curved grip. This term is also frequently used in narcocorridos
3 The term “mayate” is literally a type of beetle, but is used as derogatory slang that in Mexico often refers to homosexuals, but in the U.S. refers to black people.
Brujeria, La Migra (Cruza la Frontera II)
(From the Raza Odiada album, Roadrunner Records, 1995; trans. Rachel Conover)
| La Migra (Cruza la Frontera II)
Brujo: ¿Cuánto quiere ese coyote?
Mexicano: Diez mil pesos
B: Pa todos
M: No, Jefe, Pa cada uno
B: Pinché coyote ladrón, hay que joder al güey
Coyotes rateros, te chingan la feria
Siguen al brujo te llevo pa’ gratis
Trae tu abuela tu tia Elena
Pinches polleros q’ viven pa’ feria
Te cobran tu sueldo y largan tu abuela
Pinche Migra Te esta esperando
Te devuelven despues de una paliza
La migra hayo a tu abuela en
el desierto
La mandaron a Tijuana pegada con palos
El Brujo tiene contrabando del bueno
Numero de Seguro y cartas verdes
La migra la migra
Te pegan bien duro
La migra la migra
Te pican el culo
La misma migra te pasa por lana
Mordidas de feria te compran todo
Siguen al brujo te llevo pa’ el norte
Cuidado con ese alambre cortado
Ay cabron ahi viene la troca
Pa’tras pinches pollos ahi viene
la migra
Carga a tu abuela corrale tia
Ya aplastaron el lelo
La migra la migra
Te chingan los pollos
La migra la migra
Te coje en el hoyo
La migra, la migra,
la migra, la migra
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Border Patrol (Crossing the Border II)
Brujo: How much does that coyote want?
Mexican: Ten thousand pesos
B: For all
M: No, Boss, For each one
B: Fucking coyote thief, we have to fuck the idiot
Thieving coyotes they fuck you with the bribery
Follow El Brujo I’ll bring you for free
Bring your grandmother your aunt Elena
Fucking coyotes live for the bribery
Earn your pay and take your grandmother
Fucking Border Patrol is waiting for you
They brought you back with a beating
The border patrol found your grandmother in the desert
They order her to Tijuana bound with sticks
El Brujo has good contraband
Social Security numbers and green cards
Border patrol Border patrol.
They hit you hard
Border patrol Border patrol
They kick your ass
The same border patrol let you pass for money
Some money buy all
Follow El Brujo I’ll bring you to the north
Careful with this cut fence
Oh motherfucker, here comes the truck
Go back fucking chickens here comes
the border patrol
Carry your grandmother, run aunt
They’ve already crushed the slow one
Border patrol, Border patrol
They fuck you the chickens
Border patrol, Border patrol
They catch you in the hole
Border patrol, Border patrol,
Border patrol, Border patrol.
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Brujeria, Division del Norte
(From the Brujerizmo album, Roadrunner Records, 2000; trans. Rachel Conover)
| Division del Norte
Qué pasó con nuestro revolución
Creen que esto se acabó
Sangre sureña no se gastó
Quién va mandar los del norte!
Pancho Villa no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
Con el machete
Zapatismo no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
División Del Norte!
Pa que Viva México!
División Del Norte!
Van a ver nuestra revolución
Están oyendo que esto no se acabó
Sangre sureña nos llamó
Listo! División Del Norte!
Pancho Villa no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
Con el machete
Zapatismo no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
División Del Norte!
Pa que Viva México!
División Del Norte!
Viva nuestra revolución
Otra vez Villa va mandar
Desde el cielo tus oidos dicen
“Juntense todos, griten pa guerra!”
Pancho Villa no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
Con el machete
Zapatismo no murió
Aquí tengo su espíritu
Aunque no creas en Brujos
División Del Norte!
Pa que Viva México!
Division Del Norte!
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Northern Division
What happen to our revolution?
You think this is all over with
Southern blood was not wasted
Who’s going to lead those from the North!
Pancho Villa has not died
I’ve got his spirit right here with me
Even if you don’t believe in Brujos4
With a machete
Zapatismo has not died
I’ve got its spirit right here with me
Even if you don’t believe in Brujos
Northern Division!
So that Mexico can live!
Northern Division!
They will see our revolution
Are you hearing that this isn’t finished?
Southern blood has called us
Ready! Northern Division
Pancho Villa has not died
I’ve got his spirit right here with me
Even if you don’t believe in Brujos
With a machete
Zapatismo has not died
I’ve got its spirit right here with me
Even if you don’t believe in Brujos
Northern Division!
So that Mexico can live!
Northern Division!
Long live our revolution
Once again Villa will command
From the heavens your ears tell you
Get everyone together, cry out for war!
Pancho Villa has not died
I’ve got his spirit right here with me
Even if you don’t believe in Brujos
With a machete
Zapatismo has not died
I’ve got its spirit right here with me
Even if you don’t believe in Brujos
Northern Division!
So that Mexico can live!
Northern Division!
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4 The term “brujos” means witches, but I have left it untranslated here as it also refers to the band Brujeria and the lead singer Juan Brujo.
