Текст и перевод песни Beto Vega - El Gallo Fino

El Gallo Fino

Con un porte inigualable siempre lo miran sencillo
San Juditas lo protege y lo ha guiado en el camino
Los deportivos son un gusto del chavalo
Puro para delante, no nos hemos rajado

De buenas amistades, siempre ha sido un gallo fino
Saludos al cunado, porque siempre ha estado al tiro
Cuando hay billetes nunca falta el ofendido
Corrientes y traidores que topas en el camino

Siempre me ha gustado la acción
Y a como venga le atoramos sin reversa y al topón
Fajada va en el cinturón
Una del caballo arrendado, lista pa entrar en acción

Mi esposa llevo en la mente
Es mi niña, mi adoración

Ahí le va, compa gallo, con mucho cariño, viejo
Su compa Beto Vega, pariente

Soy humilde de abolengo, mis padres me lo inculcaron
Soy un joven de respeto, si se ofrece echo la mano
Sé que muchos no me quieren mirar parado
Porque la envidia no duerme, prefiero ser reservado

No nací para ser pobre, menos, pa estar encerrado
El tiempo se va volando y hay que ponerse abusado
El barco sigo firme y esperando
A que se rompa el candado, pa seguirles laborando

Por el valle un polvaderón
Pronto me verán llegando, pa enfiestarme listo estoy
Mi pueblo extraña este cabrón
Un saludo, pa mi gente, hasta china, Nuevo León

Yo soy el gallo, para mi gente
El Cris Mentada, a donde voy

The Fine Rooster

With an unmatched demeanor, they always see him as simple,
Saint Jude protects him and has guided him on his path.
Sports cars are a passion of the young man,
Always moving forward, we haven't backed down.

Of good friendships, he's always been a fine rooster,
Greetings to my brother-in-law, because he's always been on point.
When there's money, there's always someone offended,
Shady and treacherous people you meet along the way.

I've always liked action,
And whatever comes, we tackle it head-on, no reverse.
My pistol's tucked in my belt,
One from the rented horse, ready for action, baby.

My wife is always on my mind,
She's my girl, my adoration.

There you go, buddy rooster, with much love, old friend,
Your friend Beto Vega, my man.

I'm humble by nature, my parents instilled it in me,
I'm a respectful young man; if needed, I'll lend a hand.
I know many don't want to see me standing tall,
Because envy doesn't sleep, I prefer to be reserved.

I wasn't born to be poor, much less to be locked up,
Time flies and you have to be sharp.
I'm still holding steady on the ship, waiting,
For the lock to break, so I can keep working for you all.

A dust cloud through the valley,
You'll see me arriving soon, ready to party.
My town misses this rascal,
Greetings to my people, all the way to China, Nuevo León.

I'm the rooster, for my people,
The "Cris Mentada," wherever I go.