Текст и перевод песни Beto y Sus Canarios - Mi Novenario Perron

Mi Novenario Perron

Cuando me lleve la vela,
Del barco de la muerte,
Con rumbo al mar de la nada,
Quiero que me hagan la fiesta,
Mas grande de ambiente,
Por lo bonita y sonada,
No importa cuanto cueste,
Que alcabo billetes,
Yo tengo por costaladas,
Que sea en la pista mas grande,
Que tiene mi pueblo,
Y que sea de muchos lujos,
Pa que vengan alegrarme,
Banda y norteños,
Que sepan que fui de gusto,
Todos los que anden en jales,
De mota y coqueros,
Y de mas zorros astutos,
Yo quiero que la cerveza,
Me la compren toda,
Y de todas las botellas,
Olvidense de tristesa,
Jalenle a la bolsa,
Pa que brindemos por ellas,
Al centro sobre una mesa,
Digan sin congoja,
Ya se lo llevo la vela.
Hay mismo hacen un palenque,
Pa que jueguen gallos,
Barajas ya ni se diga,
Luego en la calle de enfrente,
Corren mi caballo,
Me lo bailen enseguida,
Las viejas y el cubilete,,
Cosas que de el diario,
Me dieron mucha alegria,
Adentro de mi cajon,
Rodeado por todos,
Seguro estare feliz,
Puro corrido perron,
Me los canten todos,
Me los dediquen a mi,
Y me inviten un jalon,
Del mas fino polvo,
Me lo hechen en la nariz,
Y siganle al cotorreo,
Yo no quiero resos,
Por que no le temo al diablo,
Si yo le tubiera miedo,
No anduviera en esto,
De los negocios pesados,
Nueve dias de fista quiero,
Y ser el mas grueso,
Y perron de los novenarios.

My Awesome Novena

When they carry me away,
On the boat of death,
Heading for the sea of nothingness,
I want them to throw me the biggest party,
The most lively and raucous,
The most beautiful and renowned,
No matter the cost,
After all, I have bags of money,
More than I can count,
Let it be in the largest arena,
That my town has to offer,
And let it be filled with every luxury,
So that they can come and bring me joy,
Bands and norteños,
Let them know that I lived for pleasure,
All those who are involved in shady business,
From weed to cocaine,
And other cunning foxes,
I want them to buy me all the beer,
I want them to buy me everything,
And as for all the bottles,
Let them forget about sadness,
Open their wallets,
So that we can toast to them,
In the middle of the table,
Say without hesitation,
They've taken him away.
Right there, they'll set up a cockfighting ring,
So that the roosters can fight,
And cards, needless to say,
Then, in the street out front,
They'll race my horse,
And they'll dance me along the way,
The old women and the dice,
Things that were part of my daily life,
Brought me much joy,
Inside my coffin,
Surrounded by everyone,
I'm sure I'll be happy,
Pure badass corridos,
I want them to sing them all,
I want them to dedicate them to me,
And offer me a hit,
Of the finest powder,
They can snort it up my nose,
And keep on partying,
I don't want prayers,
Because I'm not afraid of the devil,
If I were afraid of him,
I wouldn't be in this business,
Of dangerous deals,
I want nine days of partying,
And I want to be the biggest,
And the baddest of all novenas.