Lyrics and translation Banda Carnaval - Con El Jesús En La Boca

Con El Jesús En La Boca

Mas de 900 uniformados
Nomás pa′ bajar el orden
De la crisis del estado
A un hombre le rinden resultados
También le entiende al desorden
Y apasigua a los mas bravos
De oficio es un hombre de ley
Ha prestado sus servicios
Y se ha ganado el poder
Su carácter luego les hace ver
Porque si toca hacer juicio
Su rifle sirve de juez
Es muy sereno para platicar
Es malo pensar que es bueno
Si lo piensan traicionar
Les recuerdo que si está donde está
No fue por ser un cordero en este reino animal.
(Y arriba Sinaloa mi amigo)
(Y pura Carnaval)
Es derecho y firme su caminar
Y a los que le juegan chueco
No la vuelven a contar
Ha toreado avispas en su panal
Y a ganado enfrentamientos
A toros en su corral
Lo desente es ponerse a trabajar
Pero hay tanto delicuente
Mejor prefieren robar
Otros quieren ganar con secuestrar
Esos merecen la muerte
Dios guarde que anden por ay
Si ha rosas no quisieran oler
No se pa' que lo provocan
Los que traen bronca con el
Si lo invocan se puede aparecer
Con El Jesús En La Boca
Todos hacen por correr

With a Prayer On My Lips

Over 900 men in uniform
Just to control the order
Of the state's crisis
They give a man results
He also understands chaos
And calms the wildest ones
By trade, he is a man of the law
He has done his service
And he has earned power
His character quickly shows them
Because if it is time for sentence
His rifle serves as judge
He is very calm and easy to talk to
It is wrong to think that he is good
If you think of betraying him
I remind you that if he is where he is
It was not because he was a lamb in this animal kingdom.
(And up above, my friend, Sinaloa)
(And pure Carnaval)
His walk is straight and firm
And for those who play him wrong
They never live to tell about it
He has bullied wasps in their honeycomb
And has won clashes
Against bulls in their corral
The decent thing to do is to work
But there are so many criminals
They rather steal
Others want to win by kidnapping
Those deserve to die
God forbid they come around
If they did not want to smell the roses
I do not know why they provoke him
Those who have problems with him
If they invoke him, he may appear
With a Prayer On His Lips
Everyone runs away