Paroles et traduction Kanales - Escapulario

Escapulario

En el cuello siempre va mi escapulario
Y una súper que entre la camisa brilla
Son las cosas que me acompañan a diario
Amuletos con los que uno se encariña
Y el saludo de mi mano da un destello
En forma de calavera es una piña (Eso)

Una Chevy del modelo 87
La miraba desde que iba entrando al rancho
Se bajaba un señor de sombrero blanco
Daba gusto mirar cuando iba llegando
Regresaba de cumplir con sus labores
A toda la gente llego saludando

Se juntaros los viejones en la tarde
Y entre todos rolaba una botella
Viva villa gritaban midiendo el trago
Y tomaban chacaleño de la sierra

Platicando, contemplando las estrellas
Y la troca con las dos puertas abiertas
Y un caset que no dejaba de tocar
Del ranchito se alegraba hasta la tierra

Kitesen
Somos de sombrero blanco y huaraches cruzados
Y arriba mi Sinaloa

Con el porte siempre fino entre mi gente
Lo que se habla aquí es cosa de caballeros
Somos broncos, pero con muchos valores
Con respeto sigo portando sombrero
Y al paso de mi caballo agarro monte
Y cosecho en lo más alto de los cerros

En el rancho nadie vale más que nadie
Y una palabra aquí pesa más que el oro
El respeto ya lo traemos en la sangre
Y un hermano se defenderá con todo
Esas son las cosas que forman a un hombre
La familia yo la veo como un tesoro

Se juntaros los viejones en la tarde
Y entre todos rolaba una botella
Viva villa gritaban midiendo el trago
Y tomaban chacaleño de la sierra

Platicando, contemplando las estrellas
Y la troca con las dos puertas abiertas
Y el caset que no dejaba de girar
Del ranchito se alegraba hasta la tierra

Scapular

My scapular always hangs around my neck
And a chain gleams beneath my shirt
They are the things that accompany me daily
Amulets that I hold dear
And when I raise my hand in greeting, it gives off a glint
A skull-shaped charm that's a real catch (That's it)

A Chevy model 87
I'd been watching it since I entered the ranch
A gentleman in a white hat stepped out
It was a pleasure to watch him arrive
He was returning from his duties
Greeting everyone as he passed

The old men gathered in the afternoon
And a bottle was passed around
Viva Villa they shouted, measuring out their drinks
And they drank chacaleño from the mountains

Chatting, gazing at the stars
And the truck with its two doors wide open
And a cassette tape that played on and on
The ranchito was filled with joy

Kitesen
We wear white hats and crossed huaraches
And above me, my Sinaloa

With a refined demeanor among my people
What is spoken here is a matter for gentlemen
We are rough, but with many values
I wear my hat with respect
And as I ride my horse, I take to the hills
And I reap the harvest from the highest peaks

On the ranch, no one is worth more than anyone else
And a word here weighs more than gold
Respect runs in our blood
And a brother will defend himself with all his might
These are the things that make a man
I see my family as a treasure

The old men gathered in the afternoon
And a bottle was passed around
Viva Villa they shouted, measuring out their drinks
And they drank chacaleño from the mountains

Chatting, gazing at the stars
And the truck with its two doors wide open
And the cassette tape that wouldn't stop playing
The ranchito was filled with joy