Текст и перевод песни Los Herederos De Nuevo León - Clave 7

Clave 7

En el reten de la loma,
Estaban 100 federales,
Preguntando por Pedrito,
También por Paulino Burgos
Pero andaban despistados,
Le preguntaban a un mudo
Clave 7 es la consigna,
De agentes y de soldados
Ese león ya crío melena,
Van a tener que matarlo
Nomás no se arriesguen mucho,
Primero hay que traicionarlo
En la ciudad de Hermosillo,
Hubo una concentración
También pusieron retenes,
Por todita la nación
Lo cierto es que los transportes,
Pedrito los regalo
Le mandaron 2 agentes,
Que le pidieran dinero
Veinte millones de pesos,
Era el precio de su cuero
Pero como era camuco,
Lo tomaron prisionero
Junto con dos compañeros,
Además dos señoritas,
Los llevaron a la Y griega,
Era la ultima cita
Ahí los acribillaron,
Junto con las jovencitas
Desde ese día inolvidable,
No rola tanto dinero,
Y unos agentes traidores,
Ahora estrenan carro nuevo
Y un hombre en Guadalajara,
No duerme de puro miedo
Adiós señor comandante,
Aquí lo llevo en mi lista
Usted me echo por delante,
Ahí lo espero en la revista
Ya que tumbo mi panal,
Ahora toree las avispas
Mis armas no las entrego,
Van a quedar en el cerro
Yo no me fio de esa gente,
Que la deslumbra el dinero
Ya murió el león de la sierra,
Vengan a quitarle el cuero
Adiós todos mis amigos,
Del valle de Culiacán
Ninguna ley del gobierno,
Mi nombre podrá cambiar
Me llamo Pedro Aviles,
No se les vaya a olvidar.

Clave 7

At the roadblock on the hill,
There were 100 federals,
Asking for Pedrito,
Also for Paulino Burgos
But they were clueless,
They were asking a mute
Clave 7 is the motto,
Of agents and soldiers
That lion has grown a mane,
They will have to kill it
Just don’t risk too much,
First you have to betray him
In the city of Hermosillo,
There was a rally
They also set up checkpoints,
Throughout the nation
The truth is that the transports,
Pedrito gave them away
They sent him 2 agents,
To ask him for money
Twenty million pesos,
That was the price for his hide
But since he was sly,
They took him prisoner
Along with two colleagues,
Also two young ladies,
They took them to the Y griega,
It was their last meeting
There they mowed them down,
Along with the young ladies
Since that unforgettable day,
There’s not been so much money around,
And some traitorous agents,
Now have new cars
And a man in Guadalajara,
Doesn’t sleep for fear
Goodbye Mr. Commander,
Here I have you on my list
You threw me to the wolves,
There I await you in the magazine
Since you destroyed my hive,
Now deal with the wasps
I’m not handing over my weapons,
They’ll stay in the mountains
I don’t trust those people,
Who are blinded by money
The lion of the mountains is dead,
Come take his hide
Goodbye all my friends,
From the Culiacán valley
No law of the government,
Can change my name
My name is Pedro Aviles,
Don’t you forget it.