Hijos De Barrón — Corrido De La Bicicleta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Corrido De La Bicicleta" by Hijos De Barrón.
Lyrics
Rancho de Jesus Maria, de alla les traigo un corrido
Se lo dedico a Javier, sincero y muy buen amigo
De esos hombres, quedan pocos
Es sierto lo, que les digo
No se olvida de aquel tiempos, que tortillas repartia
Montado en su bicicleta, su ranchito recoria
El mundo da, muchas vueltas
Que cosas, tiene la vida
Lucho contra la pobresa, trabajando la a vensido
Servisial y muy humilde, y por muchos muy querido
Por eso es, rey de la selva
Le hace honor, a su apellido
… (dice)
Del jerehmi muy amigo, un hombre deveras fino
Mjuy tranquilo se divierten, con su gente y sus amigos
Hijos de la baja tocando
Tomando cerveza, y vino
Que me canten mis cansiones, y me canten mis corridos
La de rey de corazones, con gusto yo se las pido
Me cantan el albanil
Y mi ranchito querido
Aunque no tiene enemigos, trai su escuadra por un lado
Por proteccion personal, la trae con tiro montado
El hombre que es precavido
Por dos es multiplicado
Ya con esta me despido mi Jesus Maria querido
Pero pronto volvere a tomar con mis amigos
Orgulloso yo me siento
Del rancho donde eh nacido
Lyrics translation
Rancho De Jesus Maria, from there I bring you a corrido
I dedicate it to Javier, sincere and very good friend
Of those men, there are few left
It's sierto lo, I tell you
Don't forget those times, that tortillas parted
Riding his bike, his ranch recoria
The world goes round, round and round
What things, has life
I fight the poor girl, working her out.
Servisial and very humble, and by many very dear
That's why he is, king of the jungle
He honors his last name.
… (say)
Of the jerehmi very friend, a very fine man
Mjuy quiet have fun, with his people and his friends
Sons of the bass playing
Drinking beer, and wine
Let my weary things Sing unto me, and my running things Sing unto me
The king of hearts, I gladly ask you
They sing the albanil to me
And my dear little ranch
Although he has no enemies, I brought his squad on one side
For personal protection, bring it with mounted shot
The man who is cautious
By two is multiplied
Already with this I bid Farewell My Dear Mary Jesus
But soon I'll take it back with my friends
Proud I feel
From the ranch where I was born