Animated and bouncy authentic Mexican-Colombian Narcocorrido (Corrido Norteño / Corrido Prohibido) featuring polka drums, electric bass, bajo sexto (Mexican bass guitar) and accordion licks, with Spanish male vocals. Lyrics capture the essence of narco culture and Latin gangster themes. Ideal for TV series and movies centered around illegal business affairs, and for showcasing northern Mexico landscapes. 120 bpm (Emaj)
Arranged, produced, recorded, mixed and performed by José Miguel Ortegon (Sr Ortegon), Colombia, South America.
Vocals by Juan David Cardenas (tracks 1-2, 11-12, 17-18, 33-34, 39-40, 54-55 & 63) &
Juan David Gomez (tracks 25-26 & 32).
Mastered by Camilo Silva F.
Artwork by Sam Hayles.
Con este Corrido me recordarán
me dicen "El Compa" y pa' mi es un honor
y vengo a contarles esta historia mía
cantando comento lo que me pasó
Cuando era muy joven
veía mi familia
pasar por la mala
sentía dolor
entonces viajé a tierras lejanas
y transportar polvo
fue la solución
Allí con el tiempo crecieron mis alas
y me fui al Pacífico para incursionar
traficando merca de mi propia marca
porque con el tiempo aprendí a traquetiar
Todo el oro del mundo compa.
Huy !
Ganando dinero ayudé mi familia
porque ya podía pues ya era el patrón
pero como a muchos los mata la envida
es por un soplón que ahora estoy en prisión
Quedaron mis sueños
Mis metas truncadas
mi vida se acaba
en esta prisión
pero a mi me mata
la maldita angustia
porque estoy pedido por extradición
Con este Corrido me recordarán
me dicen "El Compa" y pa' mi es un honor
Desde una celda les canto mi vida
quiero, me recuerden con esta canción
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With this Corrido they'll remember me
They call me "El Compa," and for me, it's an honor
And I've come to tell you my story
Singing, I recount what happened to me
When I was very young
I saw my family
Going through hard times
I felt pain
So I traveled to distant lands
And transporting dust
Was the solution
There, with time, my wings grew
And I went to the Pacific to venture
Dealing in merchandise of my own brand
Because over time, I learned to hustle
All the gold in the world, compa.
Huh!
Earning money, I helped my family
Because I could, as I was already the boss
But as envy kills many
It's because of a snitch that I'm now in prison
My dreams were shattered
My goals thwarted
My life is ending
In this prison
But what kills me
Is the damned anguish
Because I'm wanted for extradition
With this Corrido they'll remember me
They call me "El Compa," and for me, it's an honor
From a cell, I sing my life
I want them to remember me with this song