Translation of the song lyrics El Corrido de Everardo - El Komander

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…

El Corrido de Everardo (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...