Paroles et traduction El Komander - El Corrido Del Viejon (En Vivo)

El Corrido Del Viejon (En Vivo)

Quien iba a pensar que el viejo
Cuando estaba joven
Pero sanguinario
Mataba enterraba
Mochaba cabezas
No habia poder suficiente
Ni ley en el mundo
Que lo detuviera
Vivio en la Casa de Piedra
Y en la Rumorosa
Cercas de Tijuana
Donde torturaba
Las tripas sacaba
A todos sus enemigos
Les sembrara el miedo
Asi lo respetaban
Montado en un cuaco blanco
Bajaba del cerro
Buscando mujeres
Robaba los bancos
Pa darse placeres
Ranchero y mal encachado
Se terciaba un rifle
Tambien un machete
Aborrecia al gobierno
Porque le mataron
A su unico hermano
Cuando estaba plebe
Arriando el ganado
Por eso a los federales
Mataba con saña
En honor a su hermano
Un hombre puesto y valiente
Con huellas de guerra
Por todo su cuerpo
La muerte en la sangre
Caracter violento
Y arremango a federales
Rurales y guachos
En aquellos tiempos
Ahora vive en Culiacan
Ya no anda en el cuaco
Trae una Cheyene
Una super del once
Pal que se atraviese
Y aunque pasaron los años
Y el viejo este viejo
Aun se defiende

Corrido Del Viejon (Live)

Who would have thought that the old man,
When he was young,
Was bloodthirsty,
Killed, buried,
And chopped off heads?
There was no power great enough,
Nor law in the world,
That could stop him.
He lived in the Casa de Piedra,
And in La Rumorosa,
Near Tijuana,
Where he tortured,
Pulled out intestines,
Of all his enemies.
He sowed fear in them
That's how they respected him.
Mounted on a white horse,
He would come down from the hill,
Looking for women,
Robbing banks,
To give himself pleasures.
A rancher, and poorly dressed,
He carried a rifle
And a machete.
He hated the government,
Because they killed,
His only brother,
When he was a boy,
Herding cattle.
That's why he killed federales
With such cruelty,
In honor of his brother.
A brave and steadfast man,
With war scars
All over his body.
Death in his blood,
A violent character,
And he killed federales
Rurales and guachos.
In those times
Now he lives in Culiacan
He doesn't ride a horse anymore,
He has a Cheyenne,
A super eleven
For anyone who gets in his way.
And although the years have passed,
And the old man is old
He still defends himself.