More songs by Peso Pluma
Description
It smells of gunpowder, gasoline, and wet earth. Scenes flash through my mind, like something out of a Latin American action movie: the roar of an airplane, shadows running across the slopes, hot metal under my palm. Everything is on the brink - life, death, and a bit of farce, when the armor holds and your legs carry you further, into the night, into the mud, into the saving chaos. There is no room for heroism here: survival is already a victory. And then your memory will throw in a “narco-noir” style movie, where instead of credits, there are lines from a police report.
Producer: Jaime Gonzalez
Producer: Cesar Ivan Sanchez Luna
Sound recording: Alejandro Ramirez
Sound recording: Hector Bohorquez
Sound recording: CHG Recording
Composer: Fernando Angulo Elenes
Lyrics: Fernando Angulo Elenes
Lyrics and translation
Original
Haciendo memoria todo lo que anduve
Las que me he aventado
Pa que le caiga agua a la nube
Me vienen recuerdos de una situación
Que cayeron verdes
Quise, pero neta no pude
Salvar el mandado que traía el avión
Le brinqué al volante sabiendo que era un broncón
Al filo de la muerte estuve
Y una de redilas era la Nissan
Venían pata a fondo volteando pa atrás
Y volaban los bules de gas avión
Bramaba una Sierra, pero se desvió
A los dos pilotos él los rescató
Mi compa Cochito ya sabe qué show
Tiraba un boludo, mas no me detuve
Se sentía feo, pero me mantuve
Más de 400 de blanca agarraron los del uniforme
14 plomazos tenía la troca, quedó en el informe
Pero el que traía la bronca esa vez se peló por el monte
Se calentó el 3-5 en aquella ocasión
Por aire y por tierra buscando un joven barbón
Pero bien trucha siempre estuve
Ahí, poco a poquito los dejaba atrás
En ese ratito quería hacerme Flash
Dicen pa'l rancho que mucha suerte tuve
Me ayudó la noche también además
Me forré de lodo pa más camouflage
Y un rato me clavé en un charco con tules
Tiraba un boludo, mas no me detuve
Se sentía feo, pero me mantuve
Más de 400 de blanca agarraron los del uniforme
14 plomazos tenía la troca, quedó en el informe
Pero el que traía la bronca esa vez se peló por el monte
English translation
Remembering everything I've been through
The ones I've thrown away
So that water falls on the cloud
Memories of a situation come to me
that fell green
I wanted to, but I couldn't
Save the errand that the plane brought
I jumped behind the wheel knowing he was a brat
I was on the edge of death
And one of the best was the Nissan
They came headlong, turning backwards.
And the airplane gas bulbs flew
A Sierra roared, but it turned aside
He rescued the two pilots
My friend Cochito already knows what show
I was throwing a fool, but I didn't stop
It felt ugly but I held on
More than 400 in white grabbed those in uniform
The truck had 14 hits, it was in the report
But the one who was bringing up the anger that time got into a fight on the mountain
The score was 3-5 on that occasion.
By air and by land looking for a young bearded man
But trout I always was
There, little by little I left them behind
In that little while I wanted to become Flash
They say for the ranch that I was very lucky
The night also helped me
I covered myself in mud for more camouflage
And for a while I stuck myself in a puddle with tulle
I was throwing a fool, but I didn't stop
It felt ugly but I held on
More than 400 in white grabbed those in uniform
The truck had 14 hits, it was in the report
But the one who was bringing up the anger that time got into a fight on the mountain