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Description
Vihuela: Antonio Zepeda Rivera
Accordion, Background Vocals: Braulio Ibarra Soneranes
Trumpet: Mario Muñoz Cruz
Clarinet: Edgar Erón Valenzuela Castro
Background Vocals, Accordion: Juan Guadalupe Ontiveros Moroyoqui
Vihuela: Arnulfo Romero sombra
Bajo: Neftali Ozuna tucari
Clarinet: Juan de Dios Ontiveros Molinares
Trumpet: Francisco Javier Duarte Velarde
Recording Engineer, Producer: Antonio Zepeda
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Alberto Medina
Recording Engineer: Abraham Eduardo Tapia García
Composer Lyricist: Cornelio Reyna
Lyrics and translation
Original
¡Oiga! Compa Rob.
Cuando sientas cansada la vida y odies a ese hombre.
Y si acaso te queda memoria, recuérdame a mí.
Que te sigue esperando con ansias siempre este rey pobre.
Que dejó hasta el palacio por verte contenta y feliz.
Porque yo no compré tu pobreza, ni tu amor, ni tus besos.
Por amarte con toda mi vida y con palabras de rey.
Mi fortuna la puse en tus manos y con ella te fuiste.
Y un rey pobre dejaste con ganas de volverte a ver.
Un rey pobre, llorando día y noche, verás por las calles sufriendo de amor.
Y sus ojos mirando un retrato, sin decirle a nadie cuál es su dolor.
Si se caen las torres más altas, por eso un rey pobre por amor quedó.
¡Ay, ay, ay!
-Échale cocayo. -Arriba Hermosillo, compadre.
Arriba McAllen, Texas.
Y que viva Nuevo León, compadre.
Porque yo no compré tu pobreza, ni tu amor, ni tus besos.
Por amarte con toda mi vida y con palabras de rey.
Mi fortuna la puse en tus manos y con ella te fuiste.
Y un rey pobre dejaste con ganas de volverte a ver.
Un rey pobre, llorando día y noche, verás por las calles sufriendo de amor.
Y sus ojos mirando un retrato, sin decirle a nadie cuál es su dolor.
Si se caen las torres más altas, por eso un rey pobre por amor quedó.
-Mi compa Oscar Iván Treviño. -¡Ea!
Él es.
English translation
Listen! Compa Rob.
When you feel tired of life and hate that man.
And if you have any memory left, remember me.
That this poor king always continues to look forward to you.
That he left even the palace to see you happy and happy.
Because I did not buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses.
For loving you with all my life and with the words of a king.
I put my fortune in your hands and you left with it.
And you left a poor king wanting to see you again.
A poor king, crying day and night, you will see in the streets suffering from love.
And his eyes looking at a portrait, without telling anyone what his pain is.
If the tallest towers fall, that's why a poor king remained for love.
Oh, oh, oh!
-Pour cocaine on it. -Up Hermosillo, buddy.
Up McAllen, Texas.
And long live Nuevo León, compadre.
Because I did not buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses.
For loving you with all my life and with the words of a king.
I put my fortune in your hands and you left with it.
And you left a poor king wanting to see you again.
A poor king, crying day and night, you will see in the streets suffering from love.
And his eyes looking at a portrait, without telling anyone what his pain is.
If the tallest towers fall, that's why a poor king remained for love.
-My friend Oscar Iván Treviño. -Hey!
He is.