Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amado Carrillo, artist - Gerardo Ortiz. Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Song language: Spanish
Amado Carrillo(original) |
| En la historia el rancho del Guamuchilito |
| Donde vieron sus inicios |
| Trabajaba duro siempre desde niño |
| Muy humilde era el amigo |
| El es Amado Carrillo |
| Ahora cuentan las historias que el vivía |
| A que cosas del destino |
| Aerolínea, clave 727, que agusto volé contigo |
| Bien recuerdo que se me venia a la mente |
| Echarme un viaje al olvido |
| Pero aquí sigue Carrillo |
| Y entre cuentos falsos siguen las historias |
| Y no quedo en el olvido |
| Arrancaron fuerte mis operaciones |
| Y del rancho nos salimos |
| El dinero siempre atrae a los problemas |
| Y violentos nos hicimos |
| Porque así son los Carrillo |
| Y hay testigos que supieron que en Chihuahua |
| Respetaban al amigo |
| (pa' la raza de Chihuahua, pa ' la sierra de Ojinaga… |
| ¡Ay nomas compa!) |
| A que tiempos en la sierra de Ojinaga |
| Cuando todo comenzaba |
| Aprendimos que el poder esta en las calles |
| Y de pronto me miraban |
| Con mi gente bien armada |
| Así mismo le empecé a jalar la rienda |
| A la gente mala paga |
| Así como tuve mis necesidades |
| Aprendí a gastar dinero |
| Tuve lujos y las cosas especiales |
| Las mujeres que mas quiero |
| Y un lavado de relleno |
| Quiero música y todas las atenciones |
| A la gente que mas quiero |
| Les metimos gol hasta que nos cansamos |
| Y compramos las acciones |
| De 200 a 300 semanales y estos hablan de millones |
| No son peras ni melones |
| Y en Colombia, Pablo siempre lo esperaba |
| Mi respeto a los señores |
| (translation) |
| In history the Guamuchilito ranch |
| Where did they see their beginnings? |
| I always worked hard since I was a child |
| Very humble was the friend |
| He is Amado Carrillo |
| Now they tell the stories that he lived |
| To what things of destiny |
| Airline, code 727, how comfortable I flew with you |
| I well remember that it came to my mind |
| Take me on a trip to oblivion |
| But here is Carrillo |
| And between false tales the stories continue |
| And I am not forgotten |
| My operations started strong |
| And we left the ranch |
| Money always attracts trouble |
| And we became violent |
| Because that's how the Carrillos are |
| And there are witnesses who knew that in Chihuahua |
| They respected the friend |
| (for the breed of Chihuahua, for the Sierra de Ojinaga... |
| Oh nomas compa!) |
| At what times in the Sierra de Ojinaga |
| when it all started |
| We learned that the power is in the streets |
| And suddenly they looked at me |
| With my people well armed |
| Likewise, I began to pull the reins |
| People pay badly |
| Just as I had my needs |
| I learned to spend money |
| I had luxuries and special things |
| The women I love the most |
| And a filler wash |
| I want music and all the attention |
| To the people I love the most |
| We scored a goal until we got tired |
| And we bought the shares |
| From 200 to 300 weekly and these speak of millions |
| They are not pears or melons |
| And in Colombia, Pablo always waited for him |
| My respect to the gentlemen |