Текст и перевод песни Los Tucanes de Tijuana - El Metro

El Metro

Por las buenas es un santo
Por las malas es el diablo
No quiero decir su nombre
Porque es gente de alto rango
Pero ustedes lo conosen
Saben muy bien de quien hablo

Conosido como el metro
Respetado como siempre
Un comando lo acompaña
Puros yankis trae el frente
Con basucas y metrallas
Alas ordenes de LEPE

De chico no tuvo nada
Hoy de grande tiene todo
Le da gracias a sus compas
Q no lo dejaron solo
Hoy el metro es gente grande
Por sus criadillas de toros
Su pacion son las artistas
Y su plaza matamoros

Los erores los perdona
Pero nunca las traiciones
Con el metro no se juega
Tengan cuidado soplones
Le fasina echar balazos
Y mas cuando aya razones

Cuando el era de gobierno
Atoraba poderosos
Se los hacia sus amigos
Hasta que le entro al negicio
Esa profecion buscaba
Dice q nacio mafioso

De colombia a tamaulipas
Por el golfo via corta
Llegan varias toneladas
Y un comando las exporta
Hasta la frontera chica
Con el metro se reporta
Grita que viva la mafia
Y las mujeres hermosas

Aqui estamos al 100 compa

The Metro

He is a saint in good times
But a devil in bad times
I don't want to say his name
Because he is a high-ranking man
But you know him
You know very well who I'm talking about

Known as the Metro
Always respected
He is accompanied by a squad
Only Yankees are in front
With bazookas and machine guns
At the orders of LEPE

He had nothing as a child
But now as an adult he has everything
He thanks his companions
Who did not leave him alone
Now the Metro is a big man
Because of his bull's balls
His passion is artists
And his plaza Matamoros

He forgives mistakes
But never betrayals
You don't mess with the Metro
Beware, informants
He loves to shoot
And more so when there are reasons

When he was in the government
He would arrest the powerful
He made them his friends
Until he got into the business
That was the job he was looking for
He says he was born a gangster

From Colombia to Tamaulipas
The Gulf is a short route
Several tons arrive
And a squad exports them
To the border below the city
He reports to the Metro
Cry out that the mafia lives
And the beautiful women

Here we are 100% with you, compa