Текст и перевод песни Chuy Lizárraga y Su Banda Tierra Sinaloense - Los Casquillos De Mi Cuerno - En Vivo

Los Casquillos De Mi Cuerno - En Vivo

Yo nO Quiisiera mOrirme
PerO esO a tOdOs nOs pasa
POr esO cuandO me muera
Q me entiieren en mii casa
Y nO me anden cOn papeliithOs
Entiierenme cOn la banda.
YO sOlO QiierO pediirles
Y estO Q diigO es la netha
Alla pOr la madrugada
Rafagas de metralletay cOn mii piistOla crOmada
Truenen la carga cOmpletha
AQuellas Q me QiisiierOn
Q esten juntiithO cOnmiigO
Y a lOs Q Qiieran un pase
Q les muelan lOs ladriillOs
Y a lOs Q Qiieran alegrarse
Buchanans y martellithO
A miis amiigOs del jale
Q siiempre me han apreciiadO
Recuerden biien miis cOnsejOs
Anden siiempre cOn cuiidadO
La cOnfiianza mathO al hOmbre
EsO ya esta cOmprObadO
Este mundO es muy bOniithO
PerO akii estamOs de pasO
Has de cuentha Q la viida
The la siirven en un basO
POr esO rOlO biilethe
Para Q andarlOs cuiidandO
Me iire feliiz cuandO muera
Al fiin Q nadiie es eternO
Y nO se pa' dOnde valla
Sii pa' el ciielO O al iinfiiernO
PerO me adOrnan mi tumba
COn casQuiillOs de mii cuernO

Casings From My Horn - Live

I would not like to die
But that happens to us all
That's why when I die
Bury me in my home
And don't bother me with paperwork
Bury me with the band.
I only want to ask you
And what I'm saying is the truth
There in the early morning
Bursts of machine gun fire and with my chrome-plated pistol
Fire the entire load
Those who loved me
Let them be there with me
And for those who want to get high
Let them grind the bricks
And for those who want to celebrate
Buchanans and a little hammer
To my friends in the hustle
Who have always appreciated me
Remember my advice well
Always be careful
Blind trust kills a man
That has already been proven
This world is very beautiful
But here we are passing through
Imagine that life
Is served to you in a glass
That's why I roll the bills
Why bother taking care of them
I will go happy when I die
After all, nobody is eternal
And I don't know where I'm going
Whether to heaven or to hell
But they will adorn my tomb
With casings from my horn