Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Aguilillo, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: Spanish
El Aguilillo(original) |
Donde me la pinten brinco, y en cualquier mecate tiendo |
Y no se pongan al brinco, tampoco la hagan de pleito |
Me atengo a mis pantalones, no me atengo a los ajenos |
A la buena soy amigo, me gusta jalar parejo |
Ya lo dije soy amigo, mas de nadie soy conejo |
Me cuentearan como a todos, pero cuando van, yo vengo |
El que se junta conmigo, ni en su casa lo regañan |
A mi no me espanta el sueño, mucho menos la calaca |
Y al que no le guste el guste, que monte en pelo y se vaya |
Amigos son muy poquitos, por eso muy pocos tengo |
Y no es porque sea orgulloso, se bien a lo que me atengo |
Muchos te buscan la cara, solo cuando traes dinero |
No acostumbro a dar mi nombre, tampoco mis apellidos |
La gente que me conoce, me apodan «EL Aguilillo» |
Porque mato a las culebras, que cruzan por mi camino |
El día, que yo me muera, que suenen las metralletas |
Que sepan que ha muerto el gallo, que cantaba donde quiera |
Y en vez de que se oiga llanto, que se oiga la balacera |
(translation) |
Where they paint it I jump, and in any rope I tend |
And don't jump, don't do it like a lawsuit either |
I stick to my pants, I don't stick to other people's |
I'm a good friend, I like to pull evenly |
I already said it, I'm a friend, more than anyone I'm a rabbit |
They will count me like everyone else, but when they go, I come |
The one who joins me, not even in his house they scold him |
I'm not scared of sleep, much less the skull |
And whoever doesn't like it, let him ride bareback and leave |
Friends are very few, that's why I have very few |
And it's not because I'm proud, I know what I stand for |
Many look for your face, only when you bring money |
I do not usually give my name, nor my surnames |
People who know me nickname me "EL Aguilillo" |
Because I kill the snakes that cross my path |
The day I die, the machine guns ring |
Let them know that the rooster has died, that he sang wherever he wanted |
And instead of crying, let the shooting be heard |