Paroles et traduction Tony Aguirre - El Del Trebol

El Del Trebol

Mi nombre es Chuy Raul de lo que esto y he logrado
Pero son muchas hazañas que ha la fecha me han marcado de por vida
Porque no se olvida, pues yo soy mas fuerte y aquí andamos todavía
Bélica la plebada' que ha cuidado el terreno
Le estoy dando le heche ganas pero en esto somos buenos
Tras armados porque trae respaldo
Y porque un comando bélico que cuida el charco
Se distingue por un trébol grande que lleva portando en el pecho
Y el que lo protege de los males es San Juditas Tadeo
Una esquinita pa andar activo cuando nos amanecemos
Dicen que la envidia es por montones pero no me quita el sueño
El número es 17 la clave que me asignaron los señores de respeto

El arma va cerrada carga el que trae por un lado
Los amigos verdaderos en el jale son contados
Y yo ayudo al que esta conmigo
Y al que me traiciona no me dura ni un día vivo
La beretta fajada pa cuidarse del peligro
Armas cortas, rifles largos pa cualquier operativo
Enchalecados' todos los muchachos
Son dos o tres días de amanecidas y hay relajo
Allí va el brazo derecho del viejo por si hay un atentado
Y al numero 20 que defendiendo el terreno se ha rifado
Culiacán su cuna donde siempre se enfiesta con sus muchachos
Todos con la camisa bien puesta de Joaquin Guzmán el Chapo
17 por los radios una clave de respeto de un tal Benito Mentado

The Clover Man

My name is Chuy Raul, of what I am and what I've achieved, my love.
But there are many feats that to this day have marked me for life.
Because it's not forgotten, well, I'm stronger and I'm still here, darling.
Warlike is the crew that has taken care of the territory.
I'm giving it my all, and we're good at this, sweetheart.
Armed behind, because he has backup.
And because a war-like command protects the turf.
He is distinguished by a large clover that he carries on his chest.
And the one who protects him from evil is Saint Jude Thaddeus.
A little corner to stay active when we're up all night.
They say envy abounds, but it doesn't keep me from sleeping, my dear.
The number is 17, the code assigned to me by the respected gentlemen.

The weapon is loaded, carried by the one on the side.
True friends are few and far between in this business, my love.
And I help those who are with me.
And the one who betrays me doesn't last a day alive.
The Beretta strapped on to protect oneself from danger.
Short weapons, long rifles for any operation.
All the boys are decked out.
It's two or three days of all-nighters, and there's chaos.
There goes the old man's right-hand man in case there's an attack.
And to number 20, who has risked his life defending the territory.
Culiacán, his birthplace, where he always parties with his boys.
All with their shirts neatly pressed, of Joaquin Guzman, El Chapo.
17 on the radios, a code of respect for a certain Benito Mentado.