Buenos Tardes Amigos Songtext

von Weed

Weed - Buenos Tardes Amigo

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 poisen interlaced with the meat.

You ... you look like my brother.
Mama loved him the best.
He was head honcho 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'll find you and upstand the law.

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

So now ... now that I've 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 see each other again.
Yes, I hoped we see each other again.
I hoped we see each other again.