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Ballad of Everardo

Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa

Corrido de Everardo

Como has estado everardo
Supe que te habias sentado
En una silla de rueda
A causa de unos balazos
Y que estuvistes en coma
Según me habian informado

Ya me doy cuanta que es cierto
Mira que estoy sorprendido
No comparto tu tristeza
Y tu sabes los motivos
Tenía pensado matarte
Pero te prefiero vivo

Donde estan aquellos jefes
De quien fuiste pistolero
Aquel poder implacable
Aquellos nervios de acero
Que siempre me presumiste
Decias que eras el primero

Y ahi quedó compa komander
Jalese con la bandona
Cero miedo mi compa

Mire señor comandante
Agradezco su cumplido
Y las buenas intenciones
Pero usted no ha comprendido
Que aqui de donde me encuentro
Puedo destrozarlo a tiros

Ese valor del que me habla
Sabe que aun lo conservo
Y las grandes amistades
Me mandaron pistoleros
Pa´que corten la cabeza
Al que me la haga de pedo

Debajo de este zarape
Que miras aqui en mis piernas
Traigo la misma pistola
Que en aquella balacera
A usted con toda su gente
Los hicimos que corrieran

Con esta misma pistola
Voy a mandarlo al infierno
Que en el dia en que yo me muera
No quiero volver a verlo
Porque ahi mismo en el infierno
Lo vuelbo a matar de nuevo.

Ballad of Everardo

How have you been Everardo
I heard that you had sat
In a wheelchair
Because of some gunshots
And that you were in a coma
As I had been informed

I realize now that it's true
I'm surprised
I don't share your sadness
And you know the reasons
I had planned to kill you
But I prefer you alive

Where are those bosses
For whom you were a hitman
That implacable power
Those nerves of steel
That you always boasted about
Saying you were the best

And there's compa Komander
Pulling with the big band
No fear, my compa

Look, Mr. Commander
I appreciate your compliment
And good intentions
But you haven't understood
That from where I am
I can shoot you down

That courage you speak of
You know I still have it
And the great friendships
Sent me gunmen
To cut off the head
Of anyone who messes with me

Underneath this zarape
That you see on my legs
I carry the same gun
That in that shootout
Made you and all your people
Run

With this same gun
I'm going to send you to hell
So that on the day I die
I don't want to see you again
Because right there in hell
I'll kill you again

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