More songs by Chanel
More songs by Lapili
Description
Like a handwritten note in a diary between two dances: myths come to the party and stay until morning. Here, Malinche, Cleopatra, and Medusa roll call, like a round dance of legends that wink and challenge at the same time. The rhythm repeats the mantra ‘soy la que mata,’ and each ‘mata’ is not about violence, but about the ability to burn old roles and cheerfully throw away the keys to other people's expectations. The voice turns into a drumming boot: whispering, shouting, pushing the dance, where you can be capricious, predatory, and completely calm in your audacity.
Warmth and light irony - like a note left on the kitchen table: ‘don't apologise for your warmth’. Here, ceilings and unnecessary rules are crossed out, skin changes outfits like a snake - and it only gets better from there. The song is not an instruction, but an invitation: to come, jump, feel the power and laugh along with it; girlish power, told without pathos, with sparkle and without unnecessary seriousness.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mis mujeres, está bien portarse mal, repórtense.
Mis mujeres, está bien portarse mal, repórtense.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Como Malinche, yo hablo idiomas.
Como Cleopatra, caprichosa.
Como Medusa, te hago roca.
Soy Mata Hari, bailo sola. Yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
Mata, mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
Yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
Yo soy la que, yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata.
To-to-to-todas las shorty, minimum Mata Hari.
Legendary, la original Bugatti.
Artemisa, la puntería de Atari.
Yo no soy tú leona de safari.
Dulce, la crueldad, hot amazónica, arquitectónica, nosas icónicas.
En armonía, la noche y el día, me gusta ser mía.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Como Malinche, yo hablo idiomas.
Como Cleopatra, caprichosa.
Como Medusa, te hago roca.
Soy Mata Hari, bailo sola.
Yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
Mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
Yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata, mata, mata. Soy la que, soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata.
Mis mujeres, está bien portarse mal, repórtense.
Mis mujeres, está bien portarse mal, repórtense.
Una verdadera superviviente, por mis hermanas hasta con dientes.
Vengo de arma a la mente, por eso pillo al que roba de frente.
A mí me parieron valiente, estoy más dura que el aguardiente.
Soy lo que quiera, yo soy el presente, me cambio la piel como una serpiente.
Por todas las mujeres que mandaron pa'l infierno y estaban mereciéndose el cielo.
No se pide perdón por ahí va el orden fuego, todas unidas para reventar techos. Como Malinche, yo hablo idiomas.
Como Cleopatra, caprichosa.
Como Medusa, te hago roca.
Yo soy Mata Hari.
Yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
Mata, mata, mata, mata, mata. Yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
Yo soy la que, yo soy la que mata, mata, mata, mata, mata.
English translation
My women, it's okay to misbehave, report yourselves.
My women, it's okay to misbehave, report yourselves.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Like Malinche, I speak languages.
Like Cleopatra, capricious.
Like Medusa, I make you a rock.
I'm Mata Hari, I dance alone. I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills, kills.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills, kills.
I am the one who, I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills.
To-to-to-all the shorty, minimum Mata Hari.
Legendary, the original Bugatti.
Artemis, Atari's aim.
I am not your safari lioness.
Sweet, cruelty, hot Amazonian, architectural, iconic noses.
In harmony, night and day, I like to be mine.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Like Malinche, I speak languages.
Like Cleopatra, capricious.
Like Medusa, I make you a rock.
I'm Mata Hari, I dance alone.
I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills, kills, kills.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills, kills, kills. I am the one who, I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills.
My women, it's okay to misbehave, report yourselves.
My women, it's okay to misbehave, report yourselves.
A true survivor, for my sisters even with teeth.
I come from a weapon to the mind, that's why I catch the one who steals from the front.
They thought I was brave, I'm tougher than liquor.
I am whatever I want, I am the present, I change my skin like a snake.
For all the women who were sent to hell and were deserving of heaven.
No forgiveness is asked, that's where the fire order goes, all united to burst ceilings. Like Malinche, I speak languages.
Like Cleopatra, capricious.
Like Medusa, I make you a rock.
I am Mata Hari.
I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills, kills, kills.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills, kills, kills.
I am the one who, I am the one who kills, kills, kills, kills, kills.