Paroles et traduction Omar Ruiz - El Árabe y el Chilango (En Vivo)

El Árabe y el Chilango (En Vivo)

Cuando el Arabe era niño
Tenia un amigo que su nombre no lo digo
Dos vagos bandidos, los morenos y los gringos
Fueron sus más peores enemigos

Medio cholo era chilango, el ropaje guando
El Arabe era arreglado, poco más calmado
Pero siempre estaba puesto, cuando se ofrecía ser aventado

Decidido
A salir de la pobreza que comenzaban
A conocer el negocio que dejaba
Ya estaban a un chico, ya soñaban

Los que si no
Aprendieron a respetar eran otros
Les dijimos no meterse con nosotros
Son los gajes del oficio y el negocio

Pelotitas color blanco
Llegan de Ciunardo un norteño
Y un chilango, se iban conectando
La linea se iban cruzando
De onzas, a kilos fueron mandando

A pesar de su edad corta
Buscaban la torta, en la cintura una corta
Siempre la trasportan, una fiesta con mujeres
Ya que terminaban los que aceres

El desierto, conocían
Y fue allá por arizona, los retenes
Nunca encontraron la droga
Un poquito de ese aroma

De a poquito
Ya se les iba abriendo caminito
Supieron hacer las cosas calladitos
Se formajaban un cigarro y serenitos

The Arab and the Chilango (Live)

When the Arab was a child
He had a friend whose name I will not say
Two lazy bandits, the blacks and the gringos
They were their worst enemies

Half cholo, he was a chilango, the guando clothes
The Arab was well-dressed, a little calmer
But he was always ready when he was offered a ride

Determined
To get out of the poverty they were in
To learn the business that would give them
They were already a little bit younger, they were already dreaming

Those who didn't
They learned to respect others
We told them not to mess with us
That's part of the job and the business

Little white balls
They come from Ciunardo, a northerner
And a chilango, they were connecting
The line was crossing
From ounces, to kilos they were sending

Despite their young age
They were looking for the cake, a short one in their waists
They always transport it, a party with women
Since the sidewalks ended

The desert, they knew it
And it was out there in Arizona, the roadblocks
They never found the drugs
A hint of that aroma

Little by little
They were making their way
They knew how to do things quietly
They would roll a cigarette and relax