Paroles et traduction Escolta De Guerra - Se Comenta de un Amigo (MP)

Se Comenta de un Amigo (MP)

Se comenta de un amigo
Que cayo por rumbos de puerto peñasco
La misón se volvió un fiasco
Porque lo subestimaron, tratando de acorrarlo

Es la historia que platican
Cada quien tiene sus versiones distintas
Que lo vieron en su finca
En un punto de la sierra, en una silla de ruedas

Le tendieron una trama
Pero los fierros del hombre no se entrampa
Tanto tiempo usando armas
Donde apuntaba pegaba, no creo que los perdonara

Al instante con la corta
Se dejo ver que no era chica paloma
Supieron que no era cuento
Que en verdad el macho prieto
Era un hombre de batalla y no iba a tirar la toalla

El ambiente estaba tenso
Y silbaban las balas rompiendo el viento
Desde el cielo le tiraban
De la tierra contestaba un águila del desierto

Entre los residenciales
Tan solo quedaron las manchas de sangre
La pólvora era el incienso, que se expandía
Por el viento, por el puerto y por las calles

Se confirmaron las bajas
Pero no encontraron lo que ellos buscaban
Afirman que es hombre muerto
Nunca tuvieron su cuerpo, del señor no saben nada

Hay gente que no lo aceptan
Y quisieran que un día llegará de vuelta
Unos dicen que lo han visto, otros dicen que se ha ido
Como saben esta vida, esta llena de sorpresas

He Heard About a Friend (MP)

He heard about a friend,
Who fell in the Puerto Peñasco area.
The mission was a flop,
Because they underestimated him, trying to corner him.

It's a story that's told,
Everyone has different versions.
They saw him on his ranch,
At a point in the mountains, in a wheelchair.

They set a trap for him,
But the man's guts were not trapped.
So much time using weapons,
Wherever he aimed, he hit. I don't think he would forgive them.

Instantly, with his shotgun,
He showed that he was no little dove.
They learned that it was no joke,
That the dark man really,
Was a man of war and was not going to give up.

The atmosphere was tense,
And the bullets whistled through the air, breaking the wind.
They shot at him from the sky,
From the ground, an eagle of the desert answered.

Among the residential buildings,
Only blood stains remained.
The gunpowder was the incense, which spread,
Through the wind, through the port, and the streets.

The losses were confirmed,
But they didn't find what they were looking for.
They claim that the man is dead,
They never found his body, they know nothing of him.

There are people who don't accept it,
And would like him to come back one day.
Some say they've seen him, others say he's gone,
As you know, this life is full of surprises.