El Corrido de Everardo - El Komander

Y pa seguir pistiando

Hai que hecharnos el Corridaazo de

Everardo Oiga…

Y que retumbe ese Tololoche Mis Buitres

Como has estado Everardo

Supe que te habian sentado

En una silla de ruedas

A causa de unos balazos

Y que estuvistes en coma

Segun me habias Informado…

Ya me doi cuenta que es cierto

Mira que estoi sorpendido

No comparto tu tristesa

Y tu sabes los motivos

Tenia pensado matarte

Pero te prefiero vivo…

Donde estan aquellos jefes

De que fuistes pistolero

Aquel poder implacable

Aqellos nervios de acero

Que siempre me presumiste

Decias que eras el primero…

Mire señor comandante

Agradezco su cumplido

Y las buenas intenciones

Pero usted no ha comprendido

Que aqui de donde me encuentro

Puedo destrozarlo a tiros…

Ese valor del que me habla

Sabe que aun lo conservo

Y las grandes amistades

Me mandaron pistoleros

Pa que corten la cabeza

A que me la haga de Pedro…

De bajo de este zarapee

Que miras qui en mis piernas

Traigo la misma pistola

Que en aquella balazera

A usted con toda su Gente

Los hicimos que corrieran…

Con esta misma pistola

Voi a mandarlo al infierno

Y en el dia en que yo me muera

No quiero volver a verlo

Por que ahi mismo en el infierno

Lo vuelo a matar de nuevo…

And to keep pisting

We have to give us the Corridaazo of

Everardo Hey…

And let that Tololoche My Vultures rumble

How have you been, Everardo?

I knew they had sat you down

in a wheelchair

Because of some bullets

And that you were in a coma

As you had informed me…

I already realized that it is true

Look I'm surprised

I don't share your sadness

And you know the reasons

I had thought to kill you

But I prefer you alive...

where are those bosses

that you were a gunman

that ruthless power

those nerves of steel

that you always presumed me

You said you were the first...

look sir commander

I appreciate your compliment

and good intentions

But you haven't understood

That here from where I am

I can shoot it down...

That value you are talking about

You know I still have it

and the great friendships

they sent me gunmen

so that they cut off the head

Let me play Pedro...

From under this zarapee

What are you looking at my legs

I bring the same gun

that in that gunfight

To you with all your people

We made them run...

With this same gun

I'm going to send him to hell

And on the day that I die

I don't want to see it again

Why right there in hell

I fly to kill him again...