Paroles et traduction Canelos JRS - El Tatuado

El Tatuado

De muy chico trabajando
Me proponía mis metas
Empezando desde abajo
Pa' salir de la pobreza
Claro nadie esta enseñado
La vida te pone pruebas
Por California empezaba
Con un buen trabajo honrado
Le pode ramas al árbol
Pero no rendía el centavo
Pa' ayudar a mi familia
De lleno entre al contrabando
No crean que no le buscaba
De sol a sol trabajaba
Un tiempo por Culiacán
De policía me miraban
Ahora si les porto rifle
Es por gusto no por chamba
Esos tiempos ya pasaron
Ahora las cosas cambiaron
De Colombia a Sinaloa
En los clavos pongo cuadros
Por tierra y mar bien se cruzan
Con el nombre bien tatuado
Doy gracias y mi respeto
A quien siempre me acompaña
Sin cuerda y sin montura
Lo importante es que jalas
Carnal poni tu bien sabes
Mi palabra es tu palabra
Las fronteras y aeropuertos
Seguido nos ven llegar
A como nos divertimos
Muchas charras de que hablar
Pero lo que sí es bonito
A mis hijos disfrutar
Abel Cazares mi amigo
La confianza es de admirar
Hoy que nos toque la banda
Canelos hay que escuchar
Al cabo los tratos buenos
Cada mes vienen y van

The Tattooed Man

From a young age working hard,
I set my goals high, my love.
Starting from the bottom, dear,
To escape the grip of poverty.
Of course, no one is born knowing,
Life throws its tests our way, you see.
In California, I began my quest,
With honest work, I did my best.
I pruned the branches of the trees, my dear,
But the money wasn't enough, I fear.
To help my family survive,
I fully entered the smuggling life.
Don't think I didn't try, my sweet,
From sunup to sundown, pounding the street.
For a while in Culiacán I stayed,
The police watched me, I was dismayed.
Now I carry a rifle, it's true,
But for pleasure, not for work, boo.
Those times are long gone, my dear,
Now things have changed, it's clear.
From Colombia to Sinaloa I roam,
I put packages on the planes, back home.
By land and sea they cross with ease,
With the name well tattooed, if you please.
I give thanks and my respect, my love,
To the one who's always by my side, above.
Without rope and without saddle, we ride,
The important thing is you pull through, inside.
Carnal Poni, you know it's true, my dear,
My word is your word, my love, so clear.
Borders and airports we often see,
As we arrive, just you and me.
The way we have our fun, my sweet,
Many girls we've chanced to meet.
But what is truly beautiful, you see,
Is to enjoy my children, wild and free.
Abel Cazares, my friend so true,
The trust is admirable, through and through.
Now that the band is playing for us tonight,
Canelos is what we must hear, alright?
After all, the good deals we make,
Every month they come and take.