Lyrics of Comeré Callado - Gerardo Ortiz

Comeré Callado (original)

Quiero agradecerle a todos los que fueran parte de esta producción
A los que siempre creyeron en mi
Mis amigos, mi familia, a todos las señoras y señores que están en las altas
filas barras conmigo
Ay, nomás
Comeré callado, para no avisarle al que sera vencido
Un solo disparo, se apago la luz pal' que me habia encendido y no saben de donde
Andan preguntando quien se pego el tiro
Suerte en su tarea, es que el difunto coleccionaba enemigos
Le gane el cajón
Al que comento y gritaba sus planes
En su lista yo, que pocisiono entre los principales
Me hice cazador, porque ser la presa no es agradable
No van a quitarme lo que con amor me dio mi madre
Dijo la violencia, que era permitido actuar en respuesta
Supe ser oveja, cuando se acercaron con las ofensas
Los miro al a vuelta, se escuchaba un lobo entre mi cabeza
Me quedan las balas, se me acabaron las buenas
Otra calavera, ya que mi conciencia sigue contando
Otro que anda fiera, una lacra menos que seguirá circulando
Que llore el que quiera, yo no me he llevado a ni uno por santo
Y si un dia me llega, le pido a mi dios, que sea contestando

(translation)

I want to thank everyone who was part of this production
To those who always believed in me
My friends, my family, all the ladies and gentlemen in high
rows bars with me
oh, just
I will eat quietly, so as not to warn the one who will be defeated
A single shot, the light that had lit me went out and they don't know where
They are asking who shot himself
Good luck in your task, is that the deceased collected enemies
I won the drawer
To the one who commented and shouted his plans
In his list of him I, who position myself among the main
I became a hunter, because being the prey is not pleasant
They are not going to take away what my mother gave me with love
She said violence, that it was allowed to act in response
I learned to be a sheep, when they approached with the offenses
I look at them around the corner, a wolf could be heard in my head
I'm out of bullets, I'm out of good ones
Another skull, since my conscience keeps counting
Another one who is fierce, one less scourge that will continue to circulate
Let whoever wants cry, I have not taken even one for a saint
And if one day it comes to me, I ask my god, that it be by answering