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EL KOMANDER
> EL CORRIDO DE RAFAEL RIOS in ENGLISH
El Corrido de Rafael Rios by El Komander (original lyrics)
tengo el gusto por caballos caros
por las armas y carros del aņo
las mujeres bonitas y el sabor del whisky
corridos y banda cuando estoy paseando.
en la lista de los mas buscados
como artista mi nombre marcaron
ayer fui prisionero pero ahora soy libre
y vivo trabajando tranquilo en mi rancho
con billetes se abren las prisiones
amigos poderosos tengo por montones
me gusta estar mazizo con varios viejones
saben que me la rifo por varias razones
(y si se hacen los cuacos
ni modo que no se hagan las morritas viejo
puro pa' delante mi compa rafita)
para todos soy rafael rios
para algunos rafita o el primo
mi vida son los cuacos y mi hijo querido
y ese cuervo negro ese es mi preferido
buenas tardes compadrito berni
como ve si jalamos la banda
caballos y buchanan's y uno que otro artista
y de paso le llama al de la hemi blanca
si un dia me voy pa' arriba y la vida me cobra,
con musica de banda mandenme a la gloria
amigos y mujeres brinden por mi memoria
con whisky de buchanan's recordaran mi historia...
El Corrido de Rafael Rios by El Komander (Translation in english)
I have a taste for expensive horses for the weapons and cars of the year Pretty women and the taste of whiskey corridos and band when I'm walking. in the most wanted list as an artist my name marked yesterday I was a prisoner but now I am free and I live working quietly in my ranch With tickets open prisons powerful friends I have lots of I like to be mazizo with several oldies They know that I'm using it for several reasons (and if the quacks are made no way do not make the old morritas pure pa 'in front of my comparatio rafita) for all I am Rafael Rafael for some rafita or cousin my life is the cuacos and my beloved son and that black crow that is my favorite Good afternoon, compadrito berni as you see if we pull the band horses and buchanan's and the odd artist and incidentally calls the white hemi if one day I'm going up and life charges me, with band music send me to glory friends and women toast for my memory with buchanan's whiskey they will remember my story ...
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