Текст и перевод песни Los Minis de Caborca - El de La Ropa Tactica

El de La Ropa Tactica

Dicen que vieron pasar a un hombre con ropa táctica
Con un 50 potrado venían como 15 rápidas con
Rumbo para el monte, pa′ manejar traian práctica
Kilómetro nuestra gente cargaban varios punteros
Iban checando el terreno por si se ponía algo feo
Lo que no tolera esta gente son corrientes y mitoteros
Pueblito de Alta Sonora es donde radica el viejo
Y son cuatrocientos rifles pa' pelear aquí no hay
Miedo, cazadores a sus presas arremangando parejo
Nivel del número siete el blindaje de las camionetas
Llantas con terraceria cortando brechas y
Veredas y otra cosa la caravana va dejando una polvadera
Hombres sin temor a nada están a la orden del noveno
Allá en la oficina sale el viejo jalandole al
Cuerdo festejando cada triunfo tirando balas al viento
Se ven más de 30 carros circulando en el desierto
De cazadores su gente anda peinando el terreno
Sacando a los chapulines que quieren brincarse el cerco.

The Man in Tactical Clothing

They say they saw a man pass by in tactical clothing
With a 50 caliber mounted, there were about 15 trucks with him
Heading for the mountains, they were skilled at driving
Our people were carrying several rifles in the kilometer
They were checking the terrain in case things got ugly
What these people don't tolerate are snitches and gossipers
The little town of Alta Sonora is where the old man lives
And there are four hundred rifles to fight here, there is no
Fear, hunters are rounding up their prey evenly
Level number seven armor on the trucks
Tires with treads cutting paths and
Trails and something else, the caravan leaves a trail of dust
Men without fear of anything are at the disposal of number nine
At the office, the old man comes out, pulling the
Trigger, celebrating every victory, firing bullets into the air
You can see more than 30 cars driving around in the desert
Of hunters, his people are combing the terrain
Taking out the grasshoppers who want to jump the fence.