Текст и перевод песни El Puma De Sinaloa - De Durango A Culiacan

De Durango A Culiacan

El hubiera, ya no existe, no hay mañana ya paso
El pasado dejo sicatrises, pero creo que el tiempo las elimino
Hoy exactamente en el mes de diciembre
Se cumplen doce meses que el malo se fue
Por atrabancado, por no ser dejado
Yo creo que por hombre
Ahi juzguelo usted.
Una súper una nueve un cuerno de chivo
Un r que mas da
Yo portaba orgullosamente
Una tres ochenta que vio mi final
Y de que servía traer ese día un fusil mas grande
Si no dejan ser
Valientes cobardes sicarios de mentira
Llegan por la espalda
No me pude defender
Acumele muchos puntos
Andando en el pozo de agua
Siempre andube
Con la wuera
En las buenas y en las malas
Solo le pido un favor
No deje solo a mi hermano
Pasele mi puntuación
Mis bonos acumuladas
Juntos fuimos el conquian
Yo fui el negro
El es el blanco
El es de buen corazón
Yo simplemente fui malo.
Todavia me heche un taco antes de morir en un restaurant
Sin saber que iba a dar blanco a un poco de plomo unos minutos mas
Maldito seguro que mal te portaste
No quisiste abrirme la puerta jamas
Quise dar el brinco salir por la ventana
Pero ya no pude, que mal quedo la nissan
Alcance a comer buñuelos
Sarcasticamente antes de navidad
Tenia lista un par de bromas
Ahi si me fallo ya no pude llegar
No conoci el once me faltaron 6 dias
Ahi me lo platican cuando anden aca
Ahi saquen la cuenta
Mis números y fechas
Para aquel que no sepa
Fui el malo de culiacan
Bueno aunque al final de todo
No creo haber sido tan malo
Solo cuando se ofrecía
O si decía el alto mando
No se vallan a enredar
No crean que yo eh rencarnado
Están viendo a mi carnal
Que tal vez por allá ando
Muchos aun aqui se preguntan
Que si le jale al gatillo
No les puedo contestar...
Vean como quedo el martillo.

From Durango to Culiacan

There are no more maybes, or tomorrows, it has already passed.
The past has left its scars, but I believe that time has erased them.
Today, it is exactly the month of December,
It has been twelve months since the bad guy left.
He was brash, he was reckless,
I think he was just a man.
You be the judge.
A Super, a Nine, a Chivo horn,
An R, what does it matter?
I proudly carried
A three-eighty that witnessed my end.
What good was it to carry a bigger gun that day,
If they don't let you be?
Brave cowards, lying hitmen.
They come from behind,
I couldn't defend myself.
He accumulated many points,
Always walking in the pit of water,
I always walked,
With a gun,
In good times and in bad.
I only ask you one favor,
Don't leave my brother alone.
Give him my points,
My accumulated bonuses.
Together, we were the winning hand,
I was the black card,
He is the white.
He has a good heart,
I was simply bad.
I even had a taco before I died in a restaurant,
Not knowing that I was going to be the target of some bullets a few minutes later.
Damn lock, you treated me so badly.
You never wanted to open the door for me.
I wanted to jump out the window,
But I couldn't, the Nissan was in such bad shape.
I managed to eat some buñuelos,
Sarcastically, before Christmas.
I had a couple of jokes ready,
There I failed, I couldn't make it.
I didn't make it to the eleventh, I missed it by 6 days.
You'll tell me about it when you get here.
Do the math,
My numbers and dates,
For those who don't know,
I was the bad guy from Culiacan.
Well, even though at the end,
I don't think I was that bad,
Only when I had to,
Or if the high command said so.
Don't get confused,
Don't think I've been reincarnated.
You're looking at my brother,
Who may be walking around over there.
Many still wonder,
If I pulled the trigger.
I can't answer you...
Look how the hammer is.