Текст и перевод песни Jessie Morales El Original De La Sierra - El Original

El Original

Esta se la dedico a todos los que no creyeron en mí
A los maestros que no me entendieron
A las leyes que me encerraron, cuando solo trataba de ayudar a mi familia
De la única manera que podía y ahora ven
Fuck up, you all motherfucker

Yo no soy copia, señores
Pues yo nací original
A lo mismo que mis padres
Soy nacido al natural
De tal palo es tal astilla
Lo dice el dicho vulgar

Soy nacido en California
De sangre muy mexicana
La que corre por mis venas
Y es lo que a mí me engalana
Aunque nací en California
Soy de origen mexicana

No me preocupan los ases
Entre reinas, soy el rey
Y no es que yo les presumo
Me lo tienen que creer
Yo no me siento en las nubes
Porque me puedo caer

Mueva el algodón, mi compa Cheke

El señor Chalino Sanchez
Ya se nos adelantó
Yo le brindo mis respetos
Con gusto y con emoción
Sinaloa llora su muerte
Estado donde nació

Ese retén en la sierra
Yo sí lo supe burlar
Esos 15 bajadores
No volverán a robar
Ya se los mandé a San Pedro
Y ahí me enseñe a matar

Ya me despido de todos
No lo vayan a olvidar
Mientras, Dios me preste vida
Siempre les voy a cantar
Y reciban un saludo
De este gallito caval

The Original

This is dedicated to all those who didn't believe in me
To the teachers who didn't understand me
To the laws that locked me up, when I was only trying to help my family
In the only way I could and now you see
Fuck up, you all motherfuckers

I'm not a copy, sir
Because I was born original
Like my parents
I'm natural born
Like father, like son
As the vulgar saying goes

I was born in California
With very Mexican blood
Which runs through my veins
And is what makes me proud
Although I was born in California
I'm of Mexican origin

I'm not worried about aces
Among queens, I'm the king
And it's not that I'm showing off
You have to believe me
I'm not sitting on a cloud
Because I might fall

Move the cotton, my friend Cheke

Mr. Chalino Sanchez
Is already ahead of us
I give him my respects
With pleasure and emotion
Sinaloa mourns his death
State where he was born

That checkpoint in the mountains
I knew how to get around it
Those 15 hijackers
Will never rob again
I already sent them to Saint Peter
And there he taught me to kill

I'm already saying goodbye to everyone
Don't forget it
As long as God gives me life
I will always sing to you
And receive a greeting
From this brave little rooster