Lyrics and translation Tito Y Su Torbellino - El R De La Tusa (El Compa Rene) (El Compa Rene)

El R De La Tusa (El Compa Rene) (El Compa Rene)

Hay proceder y el r lo sabe bien
Hay apellido por eso el hombre es distinguido
Lazos de sangre trae la escuela de su padre
Rene lo sabe y ha sabido acomodarse
En el negocio en el que anda
La palabra es la que vale

No se dio cuenta cuando el reloj caminaba
No se tibio y andaba en la jugada
Desde muy chico le miraban aquel brillo
Pasan los años y hoy se le mira a su hijo
En los azares de la mafia
Muy poco le quita el limbo

El trabajar con el tiempo se hizo maña
Igual que el vicio a las cartas de la baraja
Para esos pares ya traigo la tercia en mano
Igual al gente que me brinda su respaldo
Cuento con ellos y ellos conmigo
Y aqui andamos trabajando

Al retrato de un hombre pata y barba larga
Confia su suerte y al filo de su navaja
Siempre va el rojo pero el verde mas le gusta
Sabe ganarles y si pierde no se asusta
No le falta un peso tampoco rico
Pero hay pa lo que le gusta

Nunca hace ruido le gusta ser reservado
Si no lo han visto no quieran ir a buscarlo
Se que en la linea dividio los territorios
Los pa pasearse y aquellos pa hacer negocio
Si no hay envidia se que es amigo
Y que eso salga para todo

Lo vi descalzo sentado en una hielera
No usa las marcas pero se que no es cualquiera
Haya en la tuza lo he mirado muy seguido
Y en hermosillo creo que gano su potrillo
Prendan las lumbres cierren las puertas
Y que toque torbellino

The R of the Heartbreak (El Compa Rene) (El Compa Rene)

You need to proceed, and R knows it well
You have a surname, and that's why you're distinguished, man
Blood ties, that's your father's school
Rene knows it and has managed to fit in
In the business he's in
Your word is what counts

He didn't realize when the clock was ticking
He didn't cool down and he was in the game
From a very young age, they saw that spark in him
Years go by and today we see his son
In the dangers of the mafia
Limbo takes very little from him

Working hard became a habit over time
Just like the vice to the cards in the deck
For those pairs, I already have the trio in my hand
Just like the people who give me their support
I count on them, and they count on me
And here we are, working hard

He entrusts his fate to the portrait of a man with a long beard and mustache
And to the edge of his knife
Red is always there, but he likes green more
He knows how to beat them, and if he loses, he's not afraid
He's not rich, but he's not poor
But he has enough for what he likes

He never makes a noise, he likes to be discreet
If they haven't seen him, don't even try to look for him
I know that on the line, he divided the territories
Those to walk around, and those to do business
If there's no envy, I know he's a friend
And may that apply to everyone

I saw him barefoot, sitting on an ice chest
He doesn't wear brands, but I know he's not just anyone
I've seen him very often over there in Tuza
And in Hermosillo, I think his colt won
Light the fire, close the doors
And let Torbellino play