Laberinto — Corrido De Solovino song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Corrido De Solovino" by Laberinto.
Lyrics
En las orillas del rio
Vajo de un ensino roble
Vi nacer ese potrillo
De una llegua fina y noble
Una mañana de junio
Eso fue como alas 11
Un relampago sin rayo
Le dio la gracia del cielo
Nadie le ayudo a nacer
Vajo de un fuerte aguacero
Le pusieron solovino
Por capricho de su dueño
Cuando ya tenia 2 años
Beto muy desesperado
A Silman le pregunto
Cuando bamos a probarlo
Le buscaremos pareja
Se que es bueno mi caballo
Perdio su primer carrera
Era un caballo inexperto
Se callo ala media pista
Y sus contrarios se rieron
Y eyos mismos se decian
No hay quien le gane al re integro
Su dueño pidio revancha
Y firmaron las apuestas
Y en el carril del meskite
El solovino dio muestras
Tubo que ganar dos veses
Para que se conbensieran
Desde entonces no a perdido
Y en la pista se hiso bueno
De Culiiacan sinaloa
Al gallito le trajieron
Pensaron que iva a ganarle
Por ser hijo del canelo
Unos narcos de Alburquerque
Del cartel organisado
Con una suma muy fuerte
Le trajieron un caballo
Dicen que a robar vinieron
Y eyos fueron los robados
En su cuadra de obregon
EL solovino esta siempre
Si alguien duda de lo que hablo
Y quieren provar su suerte
Vengan a ver a su dueño
Traigan puños de billetes
Lyrics translation
On the banks of the river
Vajo de un ensino Oak
I saw that foal born.
Of a fine and noble Lago
One morning in June
That was like wings 11.
A lightning bolt without lightning
He gave him the grace of heaven
No one helped him to be born
Vajo from a heavy downpour
They gave him solovino.
At the whim of its owner
When I was 2 years old
Beto very desperate
I'm asking Silman.
When we go to try it
We'll find you a couple.
I know my horse is good.
He lost his first career
He was an inexperienced horse.
He's quiet on the half track.
And their opposites laughed
And eyes themselves were said
There is no one to beat the king of integrity
Its owner asked for revenge
And they signed the bets
And in the lane of the meskite
Solovino gave samples
Tube to win two veses
So they could think
Since then he has not lost
And on the track he got good
Of Culiiacan sinaloa
The rooster was brought
They thought I was gonna beat him.
For being the son of cinnamon
Some Albuquerque dope
Of the organized poster
With a very strong sum
They brought him a horse.
They say they came to steal
And eyos were the stolen ones
On his block from obregon
The solovino is always
If anyone doubts what I'm talking about
And they want to prove their luck
Come and see your owner
Bring Fists of bills