Текст и перевод песни Voces del Rancho - Los Plebes

Los Plebes

De Culiacan, Sinaloa
Señores tengan presentes

Les traigo un nuevo corrido
Para que lo escuchen siempre

Se trata de tres muchacos de la colonia Industrial
Muy jovenes los perdimos
Algo muy triste y real

Al Miguel Ladra del Ququ, la confianza lo mato
Dandole un tiro en la boca
A aquel que lo asesino

Grita de los Alemanes
El estudio ferriage
No se sabe si esta mueto
No se le haya en ninguna parte

El otro era Jose Luis
Ayala se apeidaba
Y le decian El Jose
El con nadie se rajaba

Dos madrecitas llovaraban
Llevan flores al panteon
La otro lo tiene perdido
No encuentra consolacion

Gasolinera Del Valle
Tu siempre seras testigo
De tanto que se apreciaban
Estos tres grandes amigos

Ya con esta me despido
Ya les vine a retlatar
La hisotria de tres muchachos
De la colonia Industrial

The Plebes

From Culiacan, Sinaloa
My lady, please keep in mind

I bring you a new corrido
For you to always listen to

It's about three young men from the Industrial neighborhood
We lost them too young
It's a very sad and real story

Miguel Ladra del Ququ, trust got him killed
Shot in the mouth
By the one who murdered him

Shout out to the Germans
The Ferriage gang
We don't know if he's dead
He's nowhere to be found

The other one was Jose Luis
Ayala was his last name
And they called him El Jose
He never backed down from anyone

Two little mothers are crying
They bring flowers to the cemetery
The other one is lost
She can't find any comfort

Del Valle gas station
You will always be a witness
To how much they cared for each other
These three great friends

Now I say goodbye
I've come to tell you
The story of three young men
From the Industrial neighborhood