Lyrics and translation Los Tigres del Norte - Los Tres Amigos

Los Tres Amigos

Cantaremos un corrido
De tres amigos sinceros
Que se miran como hermanos
Porque ellos lo han demostrado
En la frontera les temen
Y siempre andan bien armados
Carlos dice: "no lo niego
Me gusta ser pistolero
Me gustan mucho las hembras"
De Miguel, siempre se ha dicho
Ese hombre es como una fiera
Pedro, muere dondequiera
Miguel, es hombre que viene
Del mérito Michoacán
Carlos, radica en Laredo
Es hombre a carta cabal
Pedro, nacido en Reynosa
Nunca se sabe rajar
Una vez los persiguieron
Llevaban un contrabando
Con parque y armas de fuego
Metidos estamos todos
Hay que seguir adelante
Nunca hemos tenido miedo
Ya llegando a la garita
Carlos, le dice a Miguel
Presiento es una celada.
Y es de ese chino maldito
Salte fuera del camino
Nos daremos la escapada
El jefe de policía
Grita a los grandes amigos
"¡Ríndanse ya traficantes!
¡Manos arriba al salir!
Que les doy 30 segundos
Por si es que quieren vivir"
Carlos, ya desesperado
Grita a los grandes amigos
No vamos a ir a prisión
Carlos, jala la espoleta
Y al activar la granada
Se provoca la explosión
Así termina el corrido
De estos tres grandes amigos
Que fueron muy conocidos
Y respetados también
Sus nombres nunca lo olviden
Pedro, Carlos y Miguel

Three Friends

We'll sing a corrido
Of three loyal friends
Who consider themselves like brothers
Because they have shown it,
On the border they are feared
And they are always well armed
Carlos says: "I don't deny it
I like being a gunman
I really like women"
Of Miguel, it has always been said
That man is like a beast
Pedro, dies anywhere
Miguel, is a man who comes
From the merit of Michoacán
Carlos, resides in Laredo
He's a man of integrity
Pedro, born in Reynosa
Never known to back down
Once they were being chased
They were carrying contraband
With ammunition and firearms
We are all involved
We have to keep moving forward
We've never been afraid
As they approached the border checkpoint
Carlos, says to Miguel
I have a feeling it's an ambush.
And it's from that damned Chinese guy
Get out of the way
We'll make our escape
The chief of police
Yells at the great friends
"Surrender now, traffickers!
Put your hands up when you get out!
I'll give you 30 seconds
In case you want to live"
Carlos, now desperate
Yells at the great friends
We're not going to prison
Carlos, pulls the trigger
And activates the grenade
It provokes an explosion
Thus ends the corrido
Of these three great friends
Who were well known
And also respected
Never forget their names
Pedro, Carlos, and Miguel