Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Cuate, artist - Los Tucanes De Tijuana. Album song Propiedad Privada, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 01.10.2017
Record label: Tucanes
Song language: Spanish
El Cuate(original) |
Aprendio a trabajar en la sierra |
Su maestro fue su propio padre |
De muy chico labraba la tierra |
Aprendio a trabajar en la sierra |
Su maestro fue su propio padre |
De muy chico labraba la tierra |
Lo valiente lo traiia en la sangre |
A los años salio de su rancho |
Hombre de aspiraciones muy grandez |
Empezo en el negocio de lleno |
Luego luego llego a ser pesado |
El poder siempre provoca envidias |
Y a las islas marias lo mandaro |
Les cumplio como los meros hombres |
Y salio limpio y mas preparado |
Regreso a trabajar en lo mismo |
Y volvio a recobrar su terreno |
Muy derecho en sus negociaciones |
Por eso es que volvio a ser el bueno |
Su manera de ser lo hacia grande |
Era bravo y a las vez sereno |
(y arriva chihuahua primo) |
Su pasion eran carros de lujo |
Las mujeres y tambien las armas |
El dinero le cumplia caprichos |
Era un hombre de carrera larga |
Pero nunca se enfiestaba solo |
Siempre con la plebada y la banda |
San francisco se llama el ranchito |
En chihuahua el estado mas grande |
Ahi mero nacio este gallito |
Y que supo su vida rifarse |
Orgulloso de ser de la sierra |
Y de su gran maestro su padre |
La traicion es el mal de valientes |
Dice un dicho que es muy verdadero |
Nose puede confiar en la jente |
Compa cuate descansa en el cielo |
De seguro aya sigues de fiesta |
Con el teco y tu compadre alfredo |
(translation) |
He learned to work in the mountains |
His teacher of him was his own father |
When he was very young he worked the land |
He learned to work in the mountains |
His teacher of him was his own father |
When he was very young he farmed the land |
The brave brought it in the blood |
Years later he left his ranch |
Man of very great aspirations |
I started in the business full |
Then then I get to be heavy |
Power always provokes envy |
And I send it to the Marias Islands |
I fulfill them as mere men |
And it came out clean and more prepared |
I return to work in the same |
And he regained his ground |
Very upright in your negotiations |
That's why he was the good guy again |
His way of being made him great |
He was brave and at the same time serene |
(and cousin chihuahua arrives) |
His passion was luxury cars |
Women and also weapons |
The money fulfilled his whims |
He was a long running man |
But he never partied alone |
Always with the plebada and the band |
San Francisco is called the little ranch |
In Chihuahua the largest state |
There, this rooster was just born |
And that he knew his life from him to raffle |
Proud to be from the mountains |
And of his great teacher, of him, of his father |
Betrayal is the evil of the brave |
He says a saying that is very true |
People cannot be trusted |
Compa cuate rest in heaven |
I'm sure you're still partying |
With el teco and your compadre alfredo |