Текст и перевод песни Carlos y José - El Indio Azteca

El Indio Azteca

Su apellido es zatarain de este corrido que canto
El no le teme a la muerte siempre la anda desafiando
Dice naci pa morirme pa que lo vayan pensando

Los enemigos que tienen lo buscan para matarlo
Pero el defiende su vida con su arma puedo jurarlo
Los que han querido matarlo no viven para contarlo

Todos le dicen el Indio porque su sangre es azteca
Conoce a grandes carteles de reynosa hasta agua prieta
Recuerda al rey de los grandes don manuel salcido auzeta

Hay le va un saludo para el compa chivo y al compa beto
Y amonos pal salto sinaloa oigaaaa.

Salio igualito a su padre con un valor desmedido
El que lo busca lo encuentra y mazatlan es testigo
Para servir no se mide y se muere por un amigo
Varios quisieran matarlo pero le temen al ruedo
Ya debe varias cabezas que no conocian el miedo
Pero al estar frente a frente con el indio no puedieron

El indio azteca ah vivido en mazatlan sinaloa
Donde hay muchachas bonitas que las arruyan las olas
Donde vivian sus rivales ya se ven las casas solas.

The Aztec Indian

His last name is Zatarain, the subject of this ballad I sing
He doesn't fear death, he's always defying it
He says I was born to die, so let them keep that in mind

His enemies seek him to kill him
But he defends his life with his weapon, I swear
Those who have tried to kill him don't live to tell the tale

They all call him the Indian because his blood is Aztec
He knows the big cartels from Reynosa to Agua Prieta
He remembers the king of the big ones, Don Manuel Salcido Auzeta

There goes a greeting to Chivo and Beto
And let's go to El Salto, Sinaloa. Oigaaaa.

He's just like his father, with a fearless courage
He who seeks him finds him, and Mazatlan is a witness
He doesn't measure himself when serving, and he'd die for a friend
Many would like to kill him, but they're afraid of the ring
He's taken many heads of those who knew no fear
But when they stood face to face with the Indian, they couldn't

The Aztec Indian has lived in Mazatlan, Sinaloa
Where there are beautiful girls lulled by the waves
Where his rivals used to live, now the houses stand alone.