Paroles et traduction El Fantasma feat. Los Canelos De Durango - Los Dos Compadres

Los Dos Compadres

A dos compadres que cuentan voy a hacerles un corrido
El grado se lo respetan
Y se tratan como amigos
En Culichi se pasean
Y en Durango los han visto

Uno de ellos Lupe Campos
Y el otro mi amigo Mingo
Aunque no tienen problemas
Me reservo su apellido
Siempre hay que ser como somos
Y nadie va a hacernos ruido

Cuando andan allá en Durango con el tocayo pasean
Un hombre muy respetado con gente que lo rodea
Y en donde quiera que él anda
Hay amigos que lo aprecian

Así es compa Fantasma
Y arriba San Juan de Camarón mi viejo
A toda la racherada, animo
Pero en Naranjito la playa viejo
Ah, señor, ella quiere un poco viejo
Y va escogible, se

De Culiacán a la sierra
Hasta Vascogil salieron
Y el tocayo andaba alegre
Le tocaban Los Canelos
El cumpleaños de su padre
Todos andaban contentos

Oí nomas viejo
Mira nomas viejo

De chicos sufrimos mucho
Hay que reponerlo todo

Ni modo que sea mentira compa Fantasma

Mientras que tengamos vida
Gozándola a nuestro modo
No somos ricos compadre
Pero si hay pa' los antojos (ay, yay)

Ya me voy para San Juan
Lo invito a dar una vuelta

Y de ahí nos vamos pa' las cañas viejo (animo)

Ay después compadre Mingo
Por tierra blanca pasea
Al cabo nos sobra tiempo
Hay que echar una cerveza

Corridos señores no chingaderas, animo
Así nomas viejo

The Two Compadres

I'm going to sing a corrido about two compadres
They respect each other's rank
And treat each other like friends
They stroll around in Culiacan
And they've been seen in Durango

One of them is Lupe Campos
And the other is my friend Mingo
Although they don't have problems
I'll keep their last names to myself, darling
We always have to be ourselves
And no one's going to bother us

When they're over there in Durango, they hang out with their namesake
A very respected man with people surrounding him
And wherever he goes, sweetheart
There are friends who appreciate him

That's right, my friend Fantasma
And cheers to San Juan de Camaron, my old man
To all the ranch hands, cheers
But in Naranjito beach, old man
Oh, man, she wants a little bit, old man
And it's going to be a good one

From Culiacan to the mountains
All the way to Vascogil they went
And the namesake was happy
Los Canelos were playing for him
It was his father's birthday
Everyone was happy

Listen up, old man
Just look, old man

We suffered a lot as kids
We have to make up for it all

There's no way it's a lie, my friend Fantasma

As long as we're alive
Enjoying it our own way
We're not rich, compadre
But there's enough for our cravings (oh yeah)

I'm going to San Juan
I invite you to come along for a ride, honey

And from there we're going to Las Cañas, old man (cheers)

Oh, and then, compadre Mingo
Strolls through Tierra Blanca
We have plenty of time
Let's have a beer

Corridos, gentlemen, no bullshit, cheers
Just like that, old man