Paroles et traduction Larry Hernandez - El Taliban

El Taliban

Ándele pues mi compa'
Por algo esta pidiendo el corrido
El corrido del Talibán, mi compa'
El corrido del Talibán, otro de los grandes corridos que por ahí
Gracias a la gente que lo ha aceptado, mi compa
Que me lo ha pedido, ¡Si 'ama!
El Talibán, cuéntele primo, por favor viejo

No me importa cuantos sean
Y si atacan nuestra plaza
Sean 20 o sean 40
Yo los devuelvo con balas
Mi equipo esta siempre al mil
Traigo la villa alterada

Nomas se pegan un pase
Mientras train orden y mando
Arremangan al que sea
Son rapidos y son bravos
Su estilo de ejecución, oh-jo-eh
Tortura y cortar pedazos

Le dicen el talibán
Por la forma de matar
Nomas dándole luz verde
Los ubica dónde está
Y les corta las cabezas
Por eso está donde está

Échele compa'

Échale ganas, Teché
Y arriba pues los amigos viejo
Ay, pa' vieja hueca

Recomendado llegó
Luego, luego llenos espacios
Dando ordenes y maestría
A los que iban empezando
Nomas matando el primero
(Dicen que lo de malos sueños son un rato no má', dicen)
Los demás caen solo al aro

A un señor cuida a diario
Se ha ganado la confianza
Y todo el día vigila
Con 24 horas diarias
Nomas dormita dos, tres
Y de almohada sus granadas

Español habla muy poco
Pero la mafia le entiende
Con un cuerno en cada mano
El talibán los atiende
Su escuela a diario fue guerra
Su certificado muerte
Su lápiz fue una bazooka
Ya sabrán a que se atienen

Por ahí quedó el Talibán mi compa'
También corrido, autorizado

Taliban

Come on, my friend
You asked for the ballad for a reason
The Ballad of Taliban, my friend
The Ballad of Taliban, another great ballad out there
Thanks to the people who've accepted it, my dear
Who've asked me for it, yeah, baby!
Taliban, tell him the story, please, man

I don't care how many there are
And if they attack our plaza
Be it 20 or 40
I'll send them back with bullets
My team is always on point
I've got the town on high alert

They just need a nod
While they follow orders
They'll shoot anyone
They're fast and they're brave
Their execution style, oh-oh-oh
Torture and cutting into pieces

They call him Taliban
Because of the way he kills
Just give him the green light
He'll find them wherever they are
And he'll cut off their heads
That's why he is where he is

Go for it, girl

Keep it up, Teché
And up with our friends, man
Ah, for the old hollow

He arrived recommended
Soon, all the spots were full
Giving orders and mastery
To those who were just starting out
Just killing the first one
(They say the bad dreams are just for a moment)
The others fall into the trap

He watches over a gentleman every day
He has earned his trust
And watches over him all day
With 24 hours a day
He only sleeps for two, maybe three hours
And his grenades are his pillow

He doesn't speak Spanish very well
But the mob understands him
With a horn in each hand
Taliban takes care of them
His everyday school was war
His diploma is death
His pencil was a bazooka
You know what to expect

So there's the Taliban, my friend
Also a ballad, authorized