Текст и перевод песни Alfredito Olivas - La Cumbia Del Pistoléro

La Cumbia Del Pistoléro

Voy acontarles señor
Andaba tirando mafia
Por tanto pedir dinero
Me corrieron de la casa
Me mandaron con un tio
Por qhh ya no me aguntava
Me colge maleta al hombro
Veran qhh paso mi raza

Se me perdio la pistola
Se merdio el cargador
Del cuerno qhh yo trai ya nose
Donde quedo
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron

Andaba en una blindada
Y con lo svidrios abajo
Que lindo se mira el vato
Mangueriando en el trocon
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron

(Y es qhh hay unos qh nasen con estrella y otros nacen estrellados
Alfredo pues si regulo maliciala tambien tu loco y tu cheres chingaooo)

Yo me puse una pechera
Miren lo qh sesucedio
Blindaje traia en el pecho
Pero en la espalda no
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron

Ahora ando de mandadero
Qhh me traen de aya paca
Qhh vete a cargar lo radios
Qhh vete a traer mariscos
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron
No la haces pa pistolero eso me dijo el patron

Entre el lunes de sicario
Pa el jueves me despacharon
No alcance a llegar aa viernes
Pa' lucir el cherockon
Me quitaron la blindada
Hoy me navego en camion
No la ise pa'pistolero i esa es la neta viejon
No la ise pa'pistolero i esa es la neta viejon

The Gunman's Cumbia

I'm going to tell you, Sir
I was throwing away the mafia
For asking for so much money
They kicked me out of the house
They sent me to an uncle
Because I couldn't stand it anymore
I hung my suitcase on my shoulder
You'll see what happened to me, my people

I lost my gun
The charger broke
I don't know what happened to the horn that I was wearing
where it ended up
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me

I was in an armored car
And with the windows down
The dude looks so cute
Hanging out in the truck
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me

(And it's that there are some who are born with a star and others are born with stars already dimmed
Alfredo, if you're going to do it, do it right, you fool, and you too, darling)

I put on a breastplate
Look what happened
I had armor on my chest
But not on my back
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me

Now I'm an errand boy
They have me running back and forth
Go charge the radios
Go get the seafood
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me
You're not made to be a gunman, the boss told me

I was a hitman on Monday
By Thursday I was fired
I didn't make it to Friday
To show off the tuxedo
They took away my armored car
Now I drive a truck
I'm not cut out to be a gunman, that's the truth, old man
I'm not cut out to be a gunman, that's the truth, old man