Paroles et traduction Abraham Vazquez - Rumores De La Sierra

Rumores De La Sierra

Se rumora que un equipo de sicarios
Andan controlando ranchos
Dicen que son guachos
Y otros que malandros
Solo sé que son estaca
Que trabajan pa'l el señor
Se rumora por la sierra
Que andan trocas en verguiza
Por comandos fueron entrenados
Para esos trabajos
Y ellos no ocupan blindadas
Para darse un atorón
Por veredas y caminos
Se encomiendan a sus santos para encargos
Un largo colgado y el cuete fajado
Una sonrisa endiablada se refleja en el conboy
Se rumora por las calles
Que es un equipo muy grande
Que radica en el estado
Con talento y con valor
No a traiciones, la tregua no se dió
Un rifle de dos huevitos
Ya andará callando osicos
La piernera y la pechera
Son estacas del señor
Lo bonito es que son de valor
Bien recuerdo que la prensa y las noticias
Hace días lo reportaron
La limpia activaron, solo esos muchachos
Un grupito de sicarios hicieron un desmadrón
Me contaron que unas trocas empolvadas
Andan de arriba pa' abajo
Andan escoltando a alguien respetado
Se dice que un comandante
Que la ciudad conquistó
Seguiremos trabajando
Al señor andamos cuidando
Y aquí andamos al vergazo
Para cualquier situación
No sé ofendan, esa es nuestra misión
Un rifle de dos huevitos
Ya andará callando osicos
La piernera y la pechera
Son estacas del señor
Lo bonito es que son de valor

Rumors from the Mountains

Rumors whisper of a team of hitmen,
Taking control of ranches, so they say.
Some call them "guachos,"
Others, just "thugs,"
But I know they're the boss's loyal men.
Working for the big man, come what may.
The mountains echo with their tales,
Of trucks in disarray, a chaotic scene.
Trained as commandos, fierce and bold,
For this line of work, they're the elite team.
No armored vehicles for their ride,
Just guts and grit, it would seem.
Through trails and roads they roam,
Praying to their saints before each extreme scheme.
A long rifle slung, a pistol at their side,
A devilish grin reflects in the convoy's stride.
Word on the street speaks of their might,
A vast and powerful crew,
Rooted in the state, day and night,
With talent and courage, it's true.
No betrayals, no truce in sight,
A double-barreled rifle silences the fight.
It'll shut mouths for good, you see,
The leg holster and the chest plate, a sign of loyalty.
They're the boss's men, strong and free,
And their bravery, a sight to behold, you'll agree.
I recall the news reports of late,
Of a cleansing operation, sealing their fate.
Only those boys, a fearless state,
A small group of hitmen causing chaos and hate.
They say dusty trucks roam the land,
Up and down, a restless band.
Escorting someone of high command,
A respected leader, they understand.
A commander who conquered the town,
With power and glory, his renown.
We'll keep working, never back down,
Protecting the boss, our duty profound.
We're here, ready for any plight,
Don't be offended, it's our sworn right.
A double-barreled rifle, ending the fight,
Silencing mouths with all its might.
The leg holster and the chest plate, a warrior's delight,
They're the boss's men, standing tall and bright.
Their courage and valor, a beautiful sight.