Текст и перевод песни Los De La Noria - Ya Llegó el Jorge (En Vivo)

Ya Llegó el Jorge (En Vivo)

Ya llego el Jorge,
Un muchacho de Ensenada,
Ese del Rolex,
Seguro va a ver parranda,
Ya lo conocen,
Alegre, hasta el tope,
Le dan ganas de tomar...

Trae plumas finas,
Árbol de militares,
Goza la vida,
Para remediar los males,
Espanta la ruina,
Con buenas, propinas,
Y descorchando champagne...

Hubo carencias,
Allá cuando era chamaco,
Pero se supera,
Trabajando y arriesgando,
Hay recompensas,
La paca, esta gruesa,
Y se la quiere gastar...

Ya están tocando,
Sus canciones y corridos,
Y van llegando,
Algunos de sus amigos,
Es su tocayo,
Compadre, hermano,
Le va a empezar a cantar.

Whisky en la mesa,
Otra vez amanecida,
Unas princesas,
Que nos brinden compañía,
Ya se Coachella,
D.F, Las Vegas,
El Rolex miran brillar...

En la frontera,
Pegando puros jonrones,
La hizo buena,
Estaba en ligas mayores,
Y entre tareas,
Seguía, la fiesta,
De fresa pa' no pestañar...

Allá en Tijuana,
Cuando no debió tocarle,
Ya le tocaba,
Despídanle al comandante,
Na enlutada,
Ubicada, en la Baja,
Al Willy se fue a alcanzar...

Ya se fue el Jorge,
El muchacho de Ensenada,
Ese del Rolex,
Esto nadie lo esperaba,
Se escuchan acordes,
Se oyen, sus canciones,
Me dan ganas de llorar.

Ya Llegó el Jorge (Live)

Jorge has arrived,
A boy from Ensenada,
The one with the Rolex,
He's sure to have a good time,
You know him,
Cheerful, to the top,
He feels like drinking...

He brings fine feathers,
A tree of soldiers,
He enjoys life,
To remedy his ills,
He scares away ruin,
With good tips,
And uncorking champagne...

There were shortages,
When he was a boy,
But he overcomes,
Working and taking risks,
There are rewards,
The bale is thick,
And he wants to spend it...

They're already playing,
Their songs and corridos,
And they're arriving,
Some of his friends,
It's his namesake,
Compadre, brother,
He'll start singing to him.

Whiskey on the table,
Another dawn,
Some princesses,
To give us company,
Coachella already knows,
D.F, Las Vegas,
They watch the Rolex shine...

On the border,
Hitting only home runs,
He did well,
He was in the major leagues,
And between tasks,
He continued the party,
From strawberry to not blinking...

In Tijuana,
When he shouldn't have played,
It was his turn,
Say goodbye to the commander,
Na in mourning,
Located in Baja,
He went to join Willy...

Jorge has already left,
The boy from Ensenada,
The one with the Rolex,
Nobody expected this,
You hear chords,
You hear his songs,
It makes me want to cry.