Текст и перевод песни Tony Aguirre - Salmo 91 (En Vivo)

Salmo 91 (En Vivo)

Y aquí andamos grabando desde Concordia, Sinaloa
Y ahí le va, compadre Titillo
Y dice maomeno así pariente, "Salmo 91"
Ánimo, compa Jorgito
Toy jalado, viejón
Nos vamos hasta Phoenix, Arizona, viejón

Llovían las balas por ambos lados
Desde dos carros me las tiraban
El sonido de esos rafagazos mi mente la alertaban

Cuando los vi ellos me apuntaban
Y de seguro se carcajeaban
Viendo cómo las balas de acero mi cuerpo lo atravesaban

Y en esas fracciones de segundo
Ni cómo hacer frente a la ofensiva
Comenzó a nublarse en el camino y empezó la casería

Volaban vidrios, igual, casquillos
Y a toda marcha me les pelaba
En mi mente, solo a mi Diosito, mis rezos encomendaba

Entre la ronda de los balazos
No sentí el cuerpo y levanté el brazo
Y con él me tocaba el pecho, lo tenía ensangrentado

Dicen que la muerte llega exacta
No me lleves, que yo aquí hago falta
A cambio, balear a los traidores cuando empiece mi venganza

Ahí va, compadre Titillo
Ánimo, viejo, puro Kartel Music

Al poco rato ya era famoso
Por escaparme del atentado
Y por la prensa y televisión vieron que me trasladaron

A un hospital y herido de muerte
Bien custodiado por el gobierno
Con el que tengo guerra pendiente, pero hoy me da gusto verlo

Las noticias ahí no se acabaron
Al otro día anuncian por el radio
Que tres hombres colgados de un puente y son los que me traicionaron

Varios no explican cuál fue el milagro
Pero aquí estoy y sigo con vida
Bendecido siempre por los grandes a los que cuido y me cuidan

Un epitafio pa los que faltan
Se escribirá con tinta de un cuerno
Que dice que aquellos que pecaron se han de arder en el inferno

Y de ahí yo me les fui en primera clase
Gracias al Salmo 91
Que dice que yo a nada le temo, porque Dios es mi refugio

Psalm 91 (Live)

And here we are, recording from Concordia, Sinaloa, my love.
This one goes out to you, compadre Titillo.
It goes something like this, my friend, "Psalm 91".
Keep it up, compa Jorgito.
I'm on it, old man.
We're going all the way to Phoenix, Arizona, old man.

Bullets rained down from both sides, darling.
From two cars they were firing at me.
The sound of those bursts alerted my mind.

When I saw them, they were aiming at me.
And surely they were laughing.
Watching how the steel bullets pierced my body.

And in those fractions of a second, sweetheart,
There was no way to face the offensive.
The road began to cloud over and the hunt began.

Glass flew, as did shell casings.
And at full speed I peeled away from them.
In my mind, only to my dear God, I entrusted my prayers.

Amidst the round of gunfire, my dear,
I didn't feel my body and I raised my arm.
And with it I touched my chest, it was bloody.

They say death arrives precisely.
Don't take me, I'm needed here.
In return, I'll shoot the traitors when my revenge begins.

There you go, compadre Titillo.
Go for it, old man, pure Kartel Music.

Soon I was famous.
For escaping the attack.
And through the press and television they saw that I was transferred.

To a hospital, wounded and near death.
Well guarded by the government.
With whom I have a pending war, but today I'm glad to see them.

The news didn't end there.
The next day they announced on the radio.
That three men were hanging from a bridge, and they were the ones who betrayed me.

Many can't explain what the miracle was.
But I'm here and I'm still alive.
Always blessed by the great ones I care for and who care for me.

An epitaph for those who are missing.
It will be written with the ink of a horn.
That says that those who sinned will burn in hell.

And from there I went first class.
Thanks to Psalm 91.
Which says that I fear nothing, because God is my refuge.