Los Invasores De Nuevo Leon — Un Tipo Peligroso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Un Tipo Peligroso" by Los Invasores De Nuevo Leon.
Lyrics
24 horas al día buscaban, un pistolero,
Que debía varias muertes, en los pueblos de Guerrero
Pero, jamás lo encontraron, y venganza, no tuvieron
Se les, pelo de las manos, a más, de 5 patrullas,
Les pinto un cuatro en el pueblo, y volvió a hacer de las suyas
La fiera, más sanguinaria, nomás le pelan las uñas,
Es un tipo peligroso, que ya carga en su conciencia,
Unas 25 muertes, la gente pide clemencia,
El que atrape ese fuereño, recibe su recompensa
Dicen que robo la hacienda, del rico, más potentado,
Llevándose, plata pura, y cabezas de ganado,
También se llevo pa’l monte, la hija del hacendado
En su caballo alazán, que es más veloz que un venado
Nomás lo miran brincar, cercas y guarda ganados,
Algún día se quedara, muy solito relinchando
Del fuereño ni sus luces, aún no lo han agarrado,
Dicen lo vieron pasar, por diferentes poblados,
Feliz su cuaco alazán, 100 muertes ya completaron
Lyrics translation
24 hours a day they searched, a gunman,
Who owed several deaths, in the villages of Guerrero
But, they never found him, and revenge, they had no
They are, hair of the hands, over, 5 patrols,
He painted them a four in the village, and again made his own
The most bloodthirsty beast, they only peel her nails,
He's a dangerous guy, and he's already on his conscience.,
About 25 deaths, people ask for leniency,
Whoever catches that outsider gets his reward
They say I stole the estate of the rich, the most powerful,
Taking away, pure silver, and cattle heads,
He also took PA'l monte, the daughter of the farmer
On his horse sorrel, which is faster than a deer
They just watch him jump, fence and guard cattle,
One day he'll stay, all alone giggling
The outsider and his lights, they haven't caught him yet.,
They say they saw him pass by, by different villages,
Happy your quaco sorrel, 100 deaths already completed