Текст и перевод песни Ramon Ayala - Carretera 585

Carretera 585

Ya están cantando los gallos,
Ya no se que horas serán Ya vamos a levantarnos,
Arnulfo le dice a Juan Son tres horas a Reynosa,
Desde General Terán En la brecha del becerro,
A las de la mañana Dejaron la camioneta,
Bien cargada de naranjas En medio de
Aquella fruta, llevaban la carga blanca
Ya están cantando los gallos, ya no se que horas serán
En Reynosa descargaron, en casa particular
Y al teléfono del Fénix,
Uno de ellos fue a llamar Para la ciudad de Misión,
Donde la iban a entregar Numero,
La operadora marcaba Y un agente federal,
Discretamente observaba Le hizo señas
A la dama, que captara lo que hablaban
Lo prometido es deuda compa S, ahi ta' su saludote compa,
Y a toda su gente" Los agentes federales,
Sitiaron aquel lugar Y a las de la noche,
Se cansaron de esperar Porque los contrabandistas,
Cambiaron hora y lugar El apache, Beto y pancho,
Recibieron otra vez La carga ya va volando,
Allá por la Parece que hay un expendio, allá por la milla Vuela,
Vuela palomita, por Houston, Misión,
Y Pharr Anda a avisarle a los narcos,
Que se acaban de escapar Kilos de
Carga blanca, que los vayan a alcanzar

Highway 585

The roosters are already crowing,
I don't know what time it is anymore We're going to get up now,
Arnulfo tells Juan It's three hours to Reynosa,
From General Terán On the Brecha del Becerro,
At dawn They left the truck,
Heavily loaded with oranges In the middle of
That fruit, they carried the white load
The roosters are already crowing, I don't know what time it is anymore
In Reynosa they unloaded, at a private house
And to the phone of the Phoenix,
One of them went to call For the city of Mission,
Where they were going to deliver it Number,
The operator was dialing And a federal agent,
Unnoticeably observed He gestured
To the lady, to capture what they were saying
What is promised is debt, my friend, there is your greeting, my friend,
And to all your people" The federal agents,
They besieged that place And at night,
They got tired of waiting Because the smugglers,
Changed time and place El Apache, Beto and Pancho,
Received the load again The cargo is already flying,
Over there by the It looks like there's a store, over there by mile Vuela,
Fly, fly little dove, through Houston, Mission,
And Pharr Go and tell the narcos,
That they just escaped Kilos of
White load, that they go and catch them