Los Invasores De Nuevo Leon — Polo Del Real song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Polo Del Real" by Los Invasores De Nuevo Leon.
Lyrics
El 17 de enero, nadie lo podrá olvidar,
Cuando un pistolero a sueldo, entraba a aquel restauran,
De dos balazos certeros, mataba a Polo del Real
El diablo es muy buen amigo, de quien se dedica al mal,
Lo protegió en el camino, no lo fueran a atrapar,
Dicen que varios amigos, le ayudaron a escapar
No saben si fue en McAllen, o en Monterrey Nuevo León
Donde planearon la muerte, quien el dinero aporto,
Dicen que fue un comandante, el que las órdenes dio
El quería ocupar un puesto, de los que hay en el gobierno,
No pudo lograr su intento, ya lo quitaron de en medio,
Hay quien dice que a Leopoldo, muchos le tenían miedo
Ha pasado mucho tiempo, y no han podido aclarar,
Quien le pago al pistolero, para matar a del Real,
Que ha nadie se le rajaba, también sabia pelear
Ya murió Polo del Real, adiós al Valle de Texas,
Tenía cuentas pendientes, por el Bravo y su rivera,
No se asunten comandantes, que los muertos no regresan
Lyrics translation
On January 17th, no one will forget,
When a hired gunman, he walked into that restauran,
Two straight shots, he killed Polo Del Real
The devil is a very good friend, of whom he devotes himself to evil,
He protected him on the way, they weren't going to catch him.,
They say several friends, helped him escape
They don't know if it was McAllen, or Monterrey Nuevo Leon.
Where they planned death, who the money brought,
They say it was a commander, the one who gave the orders
He wanted to take a position, one of those in the government,
He couldn't make his attempt, they already took him out of the way,
There are those who say that Leopold, many were afraid
It's been a long time, and they haven't been able to clarify,
Who pays the gunman, to kill Del Real,
That has no one broke him, he also knew how to fight
Polo del Real is dead, farewell to the Texas Valley,
He had outstanding accounts, for the brave and his rivera,
Do not assume commanders, that the dead do not return