Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Corrido de Everardo , by - El Komander. Release date: 11.02.2021
Song language: Spanish
El Corrido de Everardo(original) |
| Y pa seguir pistiando |
| Hai que hecharnos el Corridaazo de |
| Everardo Oiga… |
| Y que retumbe ese Tololoche Mis Buitres |
| Como has estado Everardo |
| Supe que te habian sentado |
| En una silla de ruedas |
| A causa de unos balazos |
| Y que estuvistes en coma |
| Segun me habias Informado… |
| Ya me doi cuenta que es cierto |
| Mira que estoi sorpendido |
| No comparto tu tristesa |
| Y tu sabes los motivos |
| Tenia pensado matarte |
| Pero te prefiero vivo… |
| Donde estan aquellos jefes |
| De que fuistes pistolero |
| Aquel poder implacable |
| Aqellos nervios de acero |
| Que siempre me presumiste |
| Decias que eras el primero… |
| 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 |
| A que me la haga de Pedro… |
| De bajo de este zarapee |
| Que miras qui en mis piernas |
| Traigo la misma pistola |
| Que en aquella balazera |
| A usted con toda su Gente |
| Los hicimos que corrieran… |
| Con esta misma pistola |
| Voi a mandarlo al infierno |
| Y en el dia en que yo me muera |
| No quiero volver a verlo |
| Por que ahi mismo en el infierno |
| Lo vuelo a matar de nuevo… |
| (translation) |
| And to keep pisting |
| We have to give us the Corridaazo of |
| Everardo Hey… |
| And let that Tololoche My Vultures rumble |
| How have you been, Everardo? |
| I knew they had sat you down |
| in a wheelchair |
| Because of some bullets |
| And that you were in a coma |
| As you had informed me… |
| I already realized that it is true |
| Look I'm surprised |
| I don't share your sadness |
| And you know the reasons |
| I had thought to kill you |
| But I prefer you alive... |
| where are those bosses |
| that you were a gunman |
| that ruthless power |
| those nerves of steel |
| that you always presumed me |
| You said you were the first... |
| look sir commander |
| I appreciate your compliment |
| and good intentions |
| But you haven't understood |
| That here from where I am |
| I can shoot it down... |
| That value you are talking about |
| You know I still have it |
| and the great friendships |
| they sent me gunmen |
| so that they cut off the head |
| Let me play Pedro... |
| From under this zarapee |
| What are you looking at my legs |
| I bring the same gun |
| that in that gunfight |
| To you with all your people |
| We made them run... |
| With this same gun |
| I'm going to send him to hell |
| And on the day that I die |
| I don't want to see it again |
| Why right there in hell |
| I fly to kill him again... |