Paroles et traduction El Komander - El Cuate Avedaño

El Cuate Avedaño

Le gusto la vida recio
Recio hablaba y recio andaba
Tubo todo lo que quiso loque
No tenia comprba fue
Jose alberto avendaño el cuate asi
Le apodaban.

Celebraba un buen negocio kon la
La musica de banda con buchannas
De 18 de 18 las muchachas
Enamorado era el cuate y de la
Vida disfrutaba

Y amigo por donde quiera y mujeres de
Las mejores vivio la vida asu estilo
Se la rifo como un hombre su primo
Jorge avendaño recuerda las ocasiones

Era una 45 la que el cuate se
Fajaba aunque no tenia problemas
Con el siempre la cargaba pero cuando lo
Mataron no le dieron tiempo a nada

El rancho aguacaliente con cariño
Recordaba asu abuelo y asu
Hermano cuando dios se los llevaba
Seguramente en el cielo ya les hasia mucha falta

Para que cuidarse tanto si lo que
Empieza se acaba la vida
Que dios me a dado nomas la traigo
Prestada no se aguite primo jorge
Todo por serbir se acaba

Adios mi pueblos unidos donde seguido
Paseaba donde me toco la banda
Dia, noche y madrugada la
Cansion linda guerita
Siempre me llego hasta el
Alma

The Buddy Avedaño

He liked the tough life
He spoke tough and walked tough
He had everything he wanted, what
He didn't have, he bought it. He was
Jose Alberto Avendaño, that's what they
Nicknamed him.

He celebrated a good deal with the
Banda music, with Buchanan's
18 years old, 18 years old girls
The buddy was in love and he
Enjoyed life.

And friends everywhere, and women of
The best, he lived life his way.
He risked it like a man. His cousin
Jorge Avendaño remembers the occasions

It was a 45 that the buddy would
Carry, even though he didn't have problems
He always carried it with him, but when they
Killed him, they didn't give him time for anything.

Rancho Aguacaliente, he remembered with love
His grandfather and his
Brother, when God took them away
Surely in heaven, he already missed them a lot.

Why take care of yourself so much if what
Begins ends. Life
That God has given me, I only have it
Borrowed. Don't worry, cousin Jorge
Everything ends up serving its purpose.

Goodbye, my united towns, where I often
Strolled, where the band played for me
Day, night and dawn. The
Beautiful blonde song
Always reached my
Soul.