Текст и перевод песни Banda Carnaval feat. Calibre 50 & Los De La Noria - Mis Corridos - En Vivo

Mis Corridos - En Vivo

Para seguir tomando esta noche, señores
Banda Carnaval, Calibre 50 y Los De La Noria
Se lo enviamos a los corridones, viejo
Arturo es de Culiacán
Su perdida un desconsuelo
Los chanates desplumados
Regresaban de su vuelo
Ya se reventó la riata
Que esta vez existe el duelo
Fuiste un hombre de virtudes
Como un gallo de espolones
No tolerabas madrinas
Ni a mentiras ni a bribones
Tal vez por eso vivías
Siempre alineando cabrones
Cómo jefe de las plazas
Tú fuiste considerado
Por ser un niño travieso
De blanco era tu calzado
Recuerdos de aquella súper
Que el viejón te había heredado
Así suena La Carnaval, viejo
El imperio Beltrán Leyva
El tío fue el ayudante
Cómo todo un alpinista
Su meta llegó a grande
Y a los que le dio la vida
Por eso fuiste importante
Fuiste el hermano mayor
De aquellos seis caballeros
Hombre valiente y sencillo
Cómo todo un gran guerrero
"Prometí morir peleando"
Se los dije y lo reitero
También santo de la palma
"Niño sabio" eras nombrado
Pa tu gente eras Marquitos
Cómo "el Barbas" apodado
En el mundo en que vivías
Te llamaban "licenciado"
Cómo jefe de las plazas
Tú fuiste considerado
Cómo eras niño travieso
De blanco era tu calzado
Recuerdos de aquella súper
Que el viejón te había heredado
Luis Pacheco
¡Eso!
¡Fierro, viejo!
Ahí nomás (¡vámonos!)

My Corridos - Live

For continuing to drink tonight, ladies
Banda Carnaval, Calibre 50 and Los De La Noria
We're sending it to the corridos, baby
Arturo is from Culiacán
His loss is a heartbreak
The chanates are plucked
They were returning from their flight
The rope has already burst
That this time there is a duel
You were a man of virtue
Like a fighting cock
You didn't tolerate godmothers
Nor liars nor crooks
Maybe that's why you lived
Always lining up assholes
As head of the plazas
You were considered
For being a naughty boy
Your footwear was white
Memories of that cool one
That the old man had inherited from you
That's how La Carnaval sounds, baby
The Beltrán Leyva empire
The uncle was the helper
Like a true mountaineer
His goal became great
And to those who gave him life
That's why you were important
You were the older brother
Of those six gentlemen
Brave and humble man
Like a great warrior
"I promised to die fighting"
I told you so and I repeat it
Also a saint of the palm
"Wise child" you were called
To your people you were Marquitos
Nicknamed "the Beard"
In the world you lived in
They called you "lawyer"
As head of the plazas
You were considered
Like you were a naughty boy
Your footwear was white
Memories of that cool one
That the old man had inherited from you
Luis Pacheco
That's it!
Iron, baby!
Right there (let's go!)