Paroles et traduction Los Dos Carnales - 30 de Enero

30 de Enero

Como poder olvidar Los viejones con valentía
Y por ese enfrentamiento Donde Lamberto moría

No descansaron los cuernos Nomás pasaron dos días
Las épocas de la mafia De la mafia muy antigüa

Iban tras de la carroza Ya descansaba Quintero
Esa clínica famosa Repleta de pistoleros
Cuidaban su primo hermano El día 28 le pusieron
Varias ráfagas de cuerno
El diablo seguía despierto

Tenía buenas amistades Nomás por si fuera poco
El Culichi de su gente Y el famoso Cochiloco

En la capilla del carmen Una misa prepararon
Por purita mala suerte Varios rancheros armados
Los estaban esperando.

Se agarraron a balazos Don Héctor quedó tirado
Don enero mala suerte Desde que iban pal′ salado

Tenían buenas metralletas También era enamorado
No habría muerto si los contras
No hubieran cambiado el carro

Así pasan las tragedias Desde que eres aventado
A estos hombres los hicieron
Y el molde en corto quebraron

No se han visto otros valientes
Desde niño yo he escuchado
Que la época de oro Fue del 80 para abajo

Puente que va a Tierra Blanca En su Cheyenne recordado
De la mafia complemento Y de los hombres afamados

Por ahí cuenta la leyenda Fue tío del pelo rizado
El del rancho de La Noria
Aquí se acaba la historia

January 30

How can we forget The old men with courage
And because of that confrontation Where Lamberto died

The horns did not rest Only two days passed
The eras of the mafia Of the very old mafia

They went after the carriage Quintero was already resting
That famous clinic Full of gunmen
They guarded their cousin On the 28th they put him
Several horn bursts
The devil was still awake

He had good friends Just in case it was little
The Culichi of his people And the famous Cochiloco

In the chapel of Carmen They prepared a mass
Just by bad luck Several armed ranchers
They were waiting for them.

They got into a shootout Don Héctor was shot
Don January bad luck Since they were going to the salty place

They had good machine guns He was also in love
He would not have died if the cons
They would not have changed the car

That's how tragedies happen Since you're reckless
These men were made
And they broke the mold in short

There have not been other brave ones
Since I was a child I have heard
That the golden age was from 80 to down

Bridge that goes to Tierra Blanca In his remembered Cheyenne
Complement of the mafia And of the famous men

Legend tells there Was the uncle with curly hair
From the La Noria ranch
This is where the story ends