Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Abelito, artist - Gerardo Ortiz. Album song En Vivo Las Tundras, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 02.08.2010
Record label: Del
Song language: Spanish
El Abelito(original) |
Si yo soy el abelito |
Del que tanto platicaban |
Aquel niño inofensivo |
Al que nadie respetaba |
Ahora ya crecio abelito hoy si pesan sus palabras |
Botellas martel y banda |
ekis so pa la plevada |
Una escuadra por el cinto |
por supuesto endiamantada |
Una plebe por un lado |
de su gusto la muchacha |
De sangre fuerte el muchacho |
tenia que ser sinaloense |
Educado y decidido |
Bien ase que lo respeten |
la bendicion de su madre siempre la tiene presente |
Lo mira llegar wamuchil |
Al muchacho siempre al tiro |
a arreglar unos negocios visitar a los amigos |
Nomas sale de las vueltas |
Se va pa estados unidos |
Estoy bien apoderado |
de respaldo esta mi tio |
y si hay algun problema |
Tambien cuento con mi primo |
ellos saben el camino y tropiezan muy poquito |
Por el frente yo me rajo por que soy bien positivo |
y aunque todo se sacuda aqui voy en el camino |
Y aunque viva en california sinaloa me ve seguido |
Si yo soy el abelito |
Del que tanto platicaban |
Aquel niño inofensivo |
Al que nadie respetaba |
Ahora ya crecio abelito hoy si pesan sus palabras |
(translation) |
Yes I am the alittle |
about which they talked so much |
that harmless child |
who no one respected |
Now abelito grew up today if his words weigh |
Martel and band bottles |
ekis so pa la plevada |
A squad by the belt |
of course diamonded |
A mob on one side |
to your liking of her the girl |
Of strong blood the boy |
had to be sinaloense |
educated and determined |
Well so respect it |
her mother's blessing is always present to her |
She watches him arrive wamuchil |
To the boy always on the shot |
to fix some business visit friends |
Nomas comes out of the laps |
He leaves for the United States |
I am well empowered |
backup is my uncle |
and if there is any problem |
I also have my cousin |
they know the way and stumble very little |
For the front I split because I am very positive |
and although everything shakes here I'm on the road |
And although I live in California, Sinaloa, you see me often |
Yes I am the alittle |
about which they talked so much |
that harmless child |
who no one respected |
Now abelito grew up today if his words weigh |