Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Piloto, artist - Voz de Mando. Album song Clase de Historia, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: Orchard
Song language: Spanish
El Piloto(original) |
| Si me hagan la frente |
| Yo se las levanto |
| Si me llegan por la espalda |
| Mejor váyanla pensando |
| Que en segundos se acciona |
| Y les llega la voladora |
| Aténganse a lo que quieran |
| Que mi súper no perdona… |
| Ando por carreteras |
| O freewayes transitando |
| Aunque soy de Sinaloa |
| La frontera está a dos pasos |
| Son cosas de la vida |
| Hay que buscar la salida |
| Por si una puerta se habré |
| Controlarla a tu medida… |
| 210 vuela bajito |
| Seguro y tranquilito |
| Tarde pero seguro |
| Dicho ya muy conocido |
| Las cosas se hacen bien hechas |
| Siempre trucha, siempre alerta |
| Y los vientos me acomodan |
| La madre naturaleza… |
| Orgulloso les digo |
| Que navego una Cessna |
| Enamorado de la vida |
| Y mi trabajo es la prueba |
| He tenido atentados |
| Y no fueron de mi agrado |
| Pero soy un hombre fuerte |
| Mis padres así me criaron |
| Yo sé que el hambre es perra |
| Porque me toco chingarle |
| Salí trucha pa' las cuentas |
| Y pal trabajo ni se hable |
| Encargado de finanzas |
| En la empresa mi plebada |
| La vida es para gozarla |
| Y las metas para alcanzarlas… |
| Aunque mi edad es corta |
| Tengo mucho recorrido |
| Cuento con mi familia |
| Mis hermanos y mis primos |
| Siempre han estado alerta |
| Y pa' brincar no la piensan |
| Saben bien que estamos juntos |
| Peleando por la moneda… |
| 210 vuela bajito |
| Seguro y tranquilito |
| Tarde pero seguro |
| Dicho ya muy conocido |
| Las cosas se hacen bien hechas |
| Siempre trucha, siempre alerta |
| Y los vientos me acomodan |
| La madre naturaleza… |
| (translation) |
| If they make me face |
| I pick them up |
| If they come from behind |
| Better go thinking about it |
| That in seconds is activated |
| And the flying one arrives |
| Stick to what you want |
| That my super does not forgive... |
| I walk on roads |
| Or transiting freeways |
| Although I'm from Sinaloa |
| The border is two steps away |
| They are things of life |
| You have to find the way out |
| In case a door will open |
| Control it to your measure… |
| 210 fly low |
| Safe and calm |
| Late but safe |
| already well known saying |
| things are done well done |
| Always trout, always alert |
| And the winds accommodate me |
| Mother Nature… |
| proud I tell you |
| That I sail a Cessna |
| In love with life |
| And my job is proof |
| I have had attacks |
| And they were not to my liking |
| But I'm a strong man |
| My parents raised me that way |
| I know that hunger is bitch |
| because I had to fuck him |
| I left trout for the accounts |
| And pal work, don't even talk |
| In charge of the finances |
| In the company my plebada |
| life is to enjoy it |
| And the goals to achieve them... |
| Although my age is short |
| I have a long way to go |
| I count on my family |
| My brothers and my cousins |
| They have always been alert |
| And to jump they don't think about it |
| They know well that we are together |
| Fighting for the coin… |
| 210 fly low |
| Safe and calm |
| Late but safe |
| already well known saying |
| things are done well done |
| Always trout, always alert |
| And the winds accommodate me |
| Mother Nature… |