Paroles et traduction Ulices Chaidez - Recargado En Una Palma

Recargado En Una Palma

Recargado en una palma,
Se ve la herradura,
Que marca mi suerte...

Si he tenido que apostar,
Con gusto voy todo,
Al número siete...

La vista fija y muy firme,
Rumbo al horizonte,
Verde al vallecito...

Un cerro viejo es testigo,
El tiempo es mi amigo,
Mi padre te estimo...

Cuatro paredes encierran,
Larga trayectoria,
Un hombre muy fino...

El puente se queda corto,
Sus vuelos son altos,
No es ave de nido...

Un águila que vigila,
Aunque pasa el tiempo,
Lo miran tranquilo...

Te espero padre querido,
Mientras que tú llegas,
Yo cuido y vigilo...

Conservo y cuido el tesoro,
Mi bella familia,
Como los adoro,
Y aunque me pesa su ausencia,
Sigo hacia adelante,
Mi gente ante todo,
Cuido bien los animales,
Las flores iguales,
No se han marchitado,
La súper y el mexicano,
Tu doble rodado tú fino ganado.

(Y puro Del Records)

Sin número las historias,
Los que lo conocen,
Saben de quien hablo...

Es un ejemplo y mi orgullo,
Venir de su sangre,
Ya lo saben varios...

Los hechos hablaron soloss,
Aquí no hay inventos,
Lo extrañan los ranchos...

Sin olvidar esa sierra,
Porque ama su tierra,
Su gente y trabajo...

El limón se mira verde,
Igual que las palmas,
Ranas de la suerte...

Aunque se mira muy sola,
Traigo tu pistola,
Permiso y licencia...

Silla de buena madera,
Y esa linda tierra que tanto,
Te extraña...

Ver los frutos de la huerta,
Y esa linda sierra,
Donde has hecho falta...

Han pasado primaveras,
Oscura la celda,
Grande la esperanza,
No hay nada que sea imposible,
Lo miro visible,
Tengo la confianza,
Todo requiere un proceso,
Vendrán buenos tiempos,
Para su regreso,
La libertad vale todo,
Mientras tenga vida,
Buscare los modos.

Leaning on a Palm Tree

Leant on a palm tree,
You see a horseshoe,
That tells my destiny...

If I have to gamble,
I'll do it all,
On the number seven...

My gaze is steady and firm,
Towards the horizon,
The valley is green...

An old hill is a witness,
Time is my friend,
I appreciate you, my father...

Four walls enclose,
Long history,
A fine man...

The bridge is too short,
His flights are high,
He's not a bird of the nest...

An eagle that watches,
Although time passes,
They look on calmly...

I wait for you, dear father,
While you arrive,
I'll look after and keep watch...

I protect and care for the treasure,
My beautiful family,
How I adore them,
And although their absence weighs on me,
I keep moving forward,
My people before all,
I look after the animals well,
The flowers too,
They haven't withered,
The super and the Mexican,
Your double-wheeled, your fine livestock.

(And pure Del Records)

Countless stories,
Those who know him well,
Know who I'm talking about...

He's an example and my pride,
To come from his lineage,
Many already know...

The facts spoke for themselves,
There are no falsehoods here,
The ranches miss him...

Without forgetting that mountain range,
Because he loves his land,
His people and his work...

The lemon looks green,
The same as the palms,
Lucky frogs...

Although it seems so lonely,
I bring your gun,
Permission and license...

Chair of good wood,
And that beautiful land that misses you so much,
So much...

To see the fruits of the orchard,
And that beautiful mountain range,
Where you have been missed...

Springs have passed,
The cell is dark,
Hope is great,
There is nothing impossible,
I see it clearly,
I have confidence,
Everything requires a process,
Good times will come,
For his return,
Freedom is worth everything,
As long as I have life,
I will find a way.