Текст и перевод песни Jesus Chairez - Relatos De Un Guacho

Relatos De Un Guacho

Desde el techo toda la tarde volaban caiteme se calentó
Talibanes escoltas ex-militares que cuidaban al viejón
Con todo, Punteros de apoyo
Saben no esta solo
Firmes están sus muchachos
Siempre le han salido al toro

Desde el techo toda la tarde volaban
Caiteme se calentó,
Talibanes, escoltas, ex-militares
Que cuidaban al viejón,
Con todo, punteros, de apoyo,
Saben no está solo,
Firmes están sus muchachos,
Siempre le han salido al toro...

Reportaron que una camioneta blanca
Llego al pueblo esa ocasión
Dijeron que estaba llena de costales
Pero eran de la región,
Y entraron, en doble rodado,
Y nunca, pensamos,
Que eran gafes casco negro,
Y además iban armados...

Arribaron y al bajarse de inmediato
Abrimos fuego a discreción,
Salió el jefe echando bala como siempre
Y en su blindada partió,
Peleamos, buen rato aguantamos,
Los plebes, tirando,
Y en la caja de una troca,
Luchando para pelarnos...

No alcance a subirme a la doble rodado
Sino haya sido trozon,
Con un browning de cinta venia equipado
Para responder con tostón,
Llegaron, volando artillados,
Del aire atacaron,
El pick-up lo reventaron,
Y tuvimos que fugarnos...

Por andar en la vagancia con su gente
También por ser capitán,
Es un jefe de alto mando sinaloense
Mi apoyo le eh de brindar,
Estamos, siempre recordando,
Batallas peleando,
Son Los Relatos De Un Guacho,
Yo ya me voy retirando.

Legends of a Grunt

All afternoon, kite strings danced from the rooftops as the pot heated up
Taliban bodyguards and ex-soldiers watching over the old man
With all the protection, the backup
They know he's not alone
His boys are solid
They always face the bull head-on

All afternoon, kites danced from the rooftops
The pot heated up,
Taliban, bodyguards, ex-soldiers
Watching over the old man,
With all the protection, the backup,
They know he's not alone,
His boys are solid,
They always face the bull head-on...

They reported a white pickup truck
Arrived that day in town
Said it was filled with burlap sacks
But they were from the region,
They drove in two by two,
And we never guessed,
That they were black-helmeted goons,
And heavily armed...

As they got out and approached, we opened fire
At once, with no discretion,
The boss came out firing, like always
And took off in his armored car,
We fought, we held on for a while,
The boys, shooting,
And in the bed of a pickup truck,
Fighting to break free...

I didn't make it into the two-by-two,
Or I would have been mincemeat,
Equipped with a belt-fed Browning,
To answer with a blast,
They arrived, flying in armed,
They attacked from the air,
They blew up the pickup,
And we had to run...

For living a life of leisure with his people
And also for being a captain,
He's a high-ranking boss from Sinaloa
I'll always give him my support,
We're always remembering,
Fighting battles,
These are the Legends of a Grunt,
I'm on my way out.