Juan Pablo Quintero (El Amo Del Aire) - Enigma Norteño перевод на английский

Juan Pablo Quintero (El Amo Del Aire)

Volando sus avionetaz
Siempre llegando pirmero
Pilotiando sus turbinaz
Abriendo brechaz al cielo
Ez el amo de loz airez
Eze ez
Juan Pablo Quintero.

Heredo universal komo una bala expanziva
De kable kon fidenzial y de braba dinastia
Por zuz venaz an guerriado del paro de ema bonita
De kolombia a zinaloa ze avento un vieje ezpecial
El tiempo se mide en horaz y loz metroz hay demaz
Noz veremoz en la igriega deiganle al aguila real

Hay problemaz en la pizta por el aire le informavan
Zera mejor zii aterrizaz el koronel lo hordenaba
No kreo ke puedaz volar zii te kortamoz laz alaz

" I aileva pa todoz loz pilotoz ke ze la rrifan en el aire
Puro enigma norteño hay otro"

Piloto experimentado ze lez perdio en el radar
No me importa su alto rango le kontezto al militar
Kuando buzkez aya arriba yo ya estare en kuliakan

Laz armaz no azen al hombre la fe mueve laz montañaz
El alko juzga orizonte la fiezta estaba planiada
Los norteñoz toke y toke ze fuman la madrugada
Ze ven volar avionetaz kon zukurzal en el cielo
Pa' amarranle sobre cuerda el trono ya tiene
Dueño granada zin ezpoleta azi es
Juan Pablo Quintero

Juan Pablo Quintero (The Master of the Air)

Flying his small planes
Always arriving first
Piloting his turboprops
Opening paths in the sky
He's the master of the air
He is
Juan Pablo Quintero.

Universal heir like an expanding bullet
With a reliable cable and a bold dynasty
Through his veins have fought the guys from the beautiful Emaus
From Colombia to Sinaloa he went on a special trip
Time is measured in hours and there's plenty of meters
We'll see each other in the church, tell that to the golden eagle

There's trouble on the runway, they informed him in the air
It would be better if you landed, the colonel ordered
I don't think you can fly if we cut off your wings

"And take this to all the pilots who risk it in the air
Only Enigma Norteño, there's no other"

Experienced pilot got lost on the radar
I don't care about his high rank, he answered the soldier
When you search up there, I'll already be in Culiacan

Weapons don't make the man, faith moves mountains
Alcohol judges the horizon, the party was planned
Norteños play and play, they smoke through the madrugada
Airplanes are seen flying with drugs in the sky
To tie him on a rope, the throne he already has
Grenade without a fuse, that's how
Juan Pablo Quintero is