Текст и перевод песни Martin Castillo - El Ricoche

El Ricoche

Son varias acciones las que brinda este gran hombre,
Una es guerra otro es mando
Y comandando su comando en la frontera lo estacionaron al viejo,
Trae la bandera del Chapo.

Culiacán su tierra y orgullosamente bravo
Tiene escuela sinaloense su presencia bien se siente,
Intimida al verlo con lo que aparenta pues carga un equipo armado.

Empecé de abajo escalando era mandado la confianza me he ganado
Y al señor yo lo he cuidado,
Me refiero a ese señor de las montañas,
Fui su escolta varios años.

Zonas vigiladas son zonas bien patrulladas
Y el refuerzo que no falte tiene gente que te espante
Y ese apoyo viene desde Culiacán,
El turcas es su compadre.

En un agarrón que es mejor ni hablar en detalles,
Allá en la sierra yo peleaba y mi cuerno pajueleaba,
Las balas zumbaban,
Bombas detonaban,
Seguía al frente disparaba.

Dos de mi confianza me acompañan,
Me respaldan y me cuidan,
Yo los cuido,
Uno es el compa ajito el otro es el compa taz y no se raja,
Eso está bien comprobado.

En mi cinturón cargo una prieto beretta
Y en mi cuerpo una pechera una bien ajustada
Y puesta y a veces terciado un cuernito cargado para la hora en que se ofrezca.

Soy de Culiacán orgullosamente
Digo la clickona en cual yo ando somos varios somos bravos,
Ricoche no es mi nombre pero es mi clave,
Soy de la gente del Chapo.

El Ricoche

This great man is involved in many operations,
One is war and another is command
And commanding his command on the border, they stationed the old man,
He carries the flag of El Chapo..

Culiacán his land and proudly brave,
He has a Sinaloa school, his presence is well felt,
He intimidates seeing him with what he looks like, as he carries an armed team.

I started from the bottom climbing up, I was ordered and I earned trust
And I have taken care of the gentleman,
I'm referring to that gentleman in the mountains,
I was his escort for several years.

Patrolled areas are well patrolled areas
And the reinforcement should not be lacking, it has people who scare you
And that support comes from Culiacán,
The Turks are his compadre.

In a fight that is better not to speak in detail,
There in the mountains I fought and my horn pajaueleaba,
The bullets whizzed,
Bombs exploded,
I led the front, I shot.

Two of my trust accompany me,
They support me and take care of me,
I take care of them,
One is the compa ajito the other is the compa taz and do not chicken out,
That is well proven.

On my belt I carry a black beretta
And on my body a breastplate, a well-adjusted one
And put on and sometimes sideways a loaded horn for the time it is offered.

I am from Culiacán proudly
I say the clickona in which I go, we are several, we are brave,
Ricoche is not my name but it is my key,
I am one of El Chapo's people.