Текст и перевод песни Banda Rancho Viejo - Pendientes Cumplidos

Pendientes Cumplidos

Rechinan las llantas rugen los motores
Y el hombre anda libre doy por los menores
Pendientes cumplidos los gringos servidos
Son caso resuelto libre como el viento
Los dedos picados quedan asombrados
Pues puro pelarse y el charco a brincado
El hombre fue y vino nomas pa que sepan
Que los que se carga trae bien amarrados,
Fueron toneladas de verde pa'arriba
Y fueron montones de verde pa' abajo
Por una traicion fue como ave cauiva
Pero se fajo y dijo al juez yo no rajo
Fue casi una decada del pago a la cuota
Para quedar libre de todo pecado
Pero antes de irse guardo sus maletas
Repletas de verde y hoy es hombre honrado...

Instrumental

Hay gente pendiente los estan esperando
El flaco y sus fletes para irlo cargando
Con blanco y con verde que sigue rifando
Pero el perro muerde hay que irlo pensando
Con inteligencia pone resistencia
En su diccionario no existe violencia
Como hombre callado cumplio su sentencia
De buen ciudadano ya carga licencia,
Hoy vive en la estrella pegado al rio grande
Con gente bien puesta para lo que mande
Con trocas correlonas y carros ligeros
Son su diversion pues se rifa hasta el cuero
Por hoy me despido cantandole al hombre
Disculpen mis compas me reservo el nombre
Tal vez con tequila tal vez con cerveza
Que siga la fiesta hasta que amanezca.

Pendientes Cumplidos

The tires screech and the engines roar,
And the man walks free, for the minors he fought for.
Debts paid, the gringos served,
The case is closed, free as the wind.
The fingers that pointed are amazed,
For pure peeling and the puddle has been jumped.
The man came and went just to let them know,
That those who are in his charge are well tied up,
Tons of green went up,
And piles of green went down.
For a betrayal, he was like a captive bird,
But he fought and told the judge, "I will not give up."
It was almost a decade of paying the fee,
To be freed from all sin.
But before leaving, he packed his bags,
Full of green, and today he is an honest man...

Instrumental

There are people waiting for him.
The skinny guy and his trucks to carry his load.
With white and green, he keeps hustling,
But the dog bites, you have to think it through.
With intelligence, he puts up resistance,
In his dictionary, violence does not exist.
As a silent man, he served his sentence,
As a good citizen, he now has a license,
Today he lives in a star, close to the Rio Grande,
With well-positioned people for whatever he commands.
With fast trucks and speedy cars,
They are his fun, because he even risks his life.
For today I say goodbye, singing to the man,
Excuse me, my friends, I keep his name a secret.
Maybe with tequila, maybe with beer,
May the party continue until dawn.