Paroles et traduction Los Buitres de Culiacan Sinaloa - El Cuernito Recortado

El Cuernito Recortado

Que bonito cacareaba
mi cuernito recortado
cuando quisierón matarme
en mi 300 blindado
no más baje un poco el vidrio
y por ahi saque el cañon
y se correr a toditos
y solte un carcajadón
pensarón que andando solo
más facil podrían tumbarme
a unos le pegue en el pecho
pero no logre matarle
pues todos traían pecheras
y traían pasamontañas
pero no quiero que crean
que se me olvida esa hazaña
me gusta pelear de frente
así algún día he de morir
y no le temo ala muerte
pero prefiero vivir
me encanta cuidar al jefe
cuando ando en las carabanas
con un rifle del 50
que atraviesa la blindada
por Sinaloa nos pasiamos
ahí todo esta arreglado
aún que andan unos contrarios
que no aún hemos desterrado
pero si les aseguro
que pronto van a salir
o corren como conejos
o aquí se van a morir
recuerden que pa' matarme
se ocupa una gran jugada
por que no van a sustarme
y andando en trocas blindadas
recuerden que me da risa
cuando los hago correr
con mi calibre 50
yo los atravesare
me gusta pelear de frente
así algún día he de morir
y no le temo ala muerte
pero prefiero vivir
me encanta cuidar al jefe
cuando ando en las carabanas
con un rifle del 50
que atraviesa la blindada

The Sawed-Off Little Horn

How beautifully my sawed-off little horn crowed,
my darling, my sweet,
when they tried to kill me,
in my armored 300, my queen.
I just lowered the window a bit,
and stuck out the barrel, you see,
and they all started running,
and I let out a big laugh, just for me.
They thought that being alone,
they could take me down more easily,
I hit a few in the chest, my love,
but I couldn't manage to kill any.
They all wore vests, you know,
and ski masks, so I couldn't see,
but don't think for a second,
that I've forgotten that deed, not me.
I like to fight face to face, my dear,
that's how I'll die someday, I know,
and I don't fear death, my sweet,
but I'd rather live, to see you glow.
I love taking care of the boss, my love,
when I'm in the convoys, riding high,
with a .50 caliber rifle,
that pierces armor, passing by.
We roam around Sinaloa, my queen,
everything is taken care of there, you see,
although there are some rivals,
that we haven't banished yet, not we.
But I assure you, my love,
they'll be gone soon, they'll flee,
either they run like rabbits,
or they'll die here, you'll agree.
Remember, to kill me, darling,
it takes a great play, a master plan,
because they won't scare me, no,
riding in armored trucks, like a clan.
Remember, it makes me laugh, my sweet,
when I make them run and hide,
with my .50 caliber,
I'll pierce them through, inside.
I like to fight face to face, my dear,
that's how I'll die someday, I know,
and I don't fear death, my sweet,
but I'd rather live, to see you glow.
I love taking care of the boss, my love,
when I'm in the convoys, riding high,
with a .50 caliber rifle,
that pierces armor, passing by.