Lyrics and translation Banda Machos - Aeropuerto de Chicago

Aeropuerto de Chicago

Aeropuerto de Chicago, nunca te voy a olvidar
Porque en un avión murieron inocentes de verdad
Toda la historia completa hoy se las vengo a cantar

Año del 79, muy presente tengo yo
Murieron casi 300 por culpa de un gran error
Era un avión DS10, era un potente motor

Todos estaban felices cuando ya iban a partir
No sabían que a milla y media todos se iban a morir
La vida da muchas vueltas, hay que saberla vivir

Sabemos cómo nacemos, no como hemos de morir
Así como ellos murieron, yo no quisiera morir
Murieron carbonizados, ni a quien auxilio pedir

Todo parecía normal cuando el avión despegó
Pero al levantar el vuelo un motor se le calló
Estrellándose enseguida, cubierto en llamas quedó

En la ciudad de Chicago, la voz de alarma sonó
La carretera 90, de bomberos se llenó
Con rumbo hacia el aeropuerto para apagar el avión

Porque ellos vayan al cielo, todos vamos a pedir
Porque el infierno no es justo, pues ya estuvieron ahí
Murieron carbonizados, ni a quien auxilio pedir

Chicago Airport

Chicago Airport, I'll never forget you
Because in a plane innocent people died for real
I'll sing the whole story to you today

The year was 79, which I remember clearly
Almost 300 died because of a big mistake
It was a DC10 plane, with a powerful engine

Everyone was happy when it was time to leave
They didn't know that a mile and a half away they would all die
Life has many turns, you have to know how to live it

We know how we are born, not how we will die
The way they died, I would not want to die
They died charred to death, with no one to call for help

All seemed normal when the plane took off
But as it lifted off, an engine fell out
Crashing immediately, covered in flames

In the city of Chicago, the alarm sounded
Highway 90 filled with firefighters
Heading to the airport to put out the plane

We will all pray that they go to heaven
Because hell is not fair, they've already been there
They died charred to death, with no one to call for help