Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los Cercos Nomás Volaban (El Tony), artist - Enigma Norteño. Album song La Vida Del Rey, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 01.09.2015
Record label: Fonovisa, Universal Music
Song language: Spanish
Los Cercos Nomás Volaban (El Tony)(original) |
Banda de viento |
estaba a todo lo que da |
Voz de Mando |
se alistaba pa tocar |
vida recia para el checo |
estaba el viejo |
y el tony por cierto |
querían cotorrear, |
un día normal… |
Suenan los radios |
y empiezan a reportar |
se va aproximando |
un convoy militar |
a las trocas |
enseguida contaban |
con solo una salida |
del residencial |
para escapar… |
El 6 iba al frente |
y se empezaron a pelar |
pero los marinos |
lo toparon al pasar |
mire al jefe encañonado |
bien recuerdo |
que en eso llegamos |
traía en mente un plan |
para ejecutar… |
(Y los cercos nomas |
volaban compa Tony |
fierro pa Mexicali viejón |
y esto es Enigma Norteño) |
En la pathfinder |
pa los soldados torear |
quemo llanta el Tony |
a gran velocidad |
Los Cercos Nomas Volaban |
luego el 6 pego la retirada |
se pudo fugar |
salió bien el plan… |
En el trayecto |
la rápida fue a impactar |
con el fal agujeraban la Nissan |
echo bola junto al freno |
yo me atrincheraba |
hasta que ya no pude aguantar |
me baje a entregar… |
Sé que el día siguiente |
les dieron su libertad |
de hay en el calor |
siguen al tiro pa chambear |
y un abogado del diablo |
que abogo esa vez de Peñasco |
y tienen historial |
viven pa contar… |
(translation) |
wind band |
I was at my best |
Voice of Command |
he was getting ready to play |
tough life for the czech |
the old man was |
and tony by the way |
they wanted to chatter, |
a normal day… |
the radios sound |
and start reporting |
is getting closer |
a military convoy |
to the trucks |
they immediately counted |
with only one exit |
of the residential |
to escape… |
The 6 went to the front |
and they began to peel |
but the sailors |
they ran into him while passing |
look at the boss at gunpoint |
I remember well |
that in that we arrived |
I had a plan in mind |
to execute… |
(And the fences just |
they flew compa Tony |
iron for old Mexicali |
and this is Northern Enigma) |
on the pathfinder |
for the soldiers to fight |
Tony burned tire |
at high speed |
The fences just flew |
then the 6 hit the retreat |
could have escaped |
the plan went well... |
On the way |
the quick one went to impact |
with the fal they pierced the Nissan |
I throw a ball next to the brake |
I barricaded myself |
until I couldn't take it anymore |
I went down to deliver... |
I know the next day |
they gave them their freedom |
of there in the heat |
they follow the shot to chambear |
and a devil's advocate |
that I advocate that time of Peñasco |
and they have history |
they live to tell… |