Lyrics and translation Banda Renovacion - Relato Caro

Relato Caro

Pero que tan caro pudiera salirme
Entrar y salir y no salir raspado
Pero que tan caro pudiera costarme
Mancharme las manos
Pues ya estoy entrado
Tiempo al tiempo y se pasa volando
Solo aqui el recuerdo queda
Y casquillos quemados...

Una mancha mas al cachorro del tigre
Su padre es leyenda el hijo es el legado...

Se encuentra el milagro
Pero nunca al santo
Y aunque me pongan años
Me quedo callado
Cumplo la condena
O rompemos candados
Pero aqui el mandado
Quedo bien logrado...

Ay nomas hijo del pelo chino
Usted diga que hay que hacer
Estamos preparados.
Pa lo que se ocupe
Estamos pal equipo
Y no tardo mucho pa dar resultados...

Se aprenden cosas buenas
Tambien cosas malas
Se aprenden muchas mañas
Estando en la mafia
Y el que es de buna sangre
No importa el terreno
Aqui nos paramos
Y estamos parejos...

Y mi compa toca no se raja
Siempre estubiste a mi lado
Y eso lo agradesco.
La lumbre no se apaga
Si el carbon es bueno
Mi rifle es un ocote
Pa prender el fuego...

Palomita blanca
Tu que vuelas alto
Llevales el recado
A la gente que extraño
Mis hijos y mis padres
Mis primos y hermanos
Amigos quisiera estar alla tomando.

Y escuhar retumbar la tambora
Que suene por todo el rancho
Como acostumbramos.
?? ashicovo soltaba 100 tiros
Arma preferida de "Kikil Caro..."

Relato Caro

How much could it cost me so much
To go in and out and not get hurt
How much could it cost me
To stain my hands
I'm already in
Time flies by quickly
Only the memory remains here
And burned-out shell casings...

Another stain on the tiger's cub
His father is a legend, his son is the legacy...

The miracle is found
But never the saint
And even if they sentence me
I'll remain silent
I'll serve my time
Or we'll break the locks
But here the mission
Was accomplished...

Hey, son of El Pelo Chino
You tell us what to do
We're ready.
For whatever is needed
We're for the team
And it won't be long before we see results...

You learn good things
And also bad things
You learn many tricks
While in the mafia
And he who is of good blood
No matter the terrain
Here we stand
And we are even...

And my partner plays, he doesn't back down
You've always been by my side
And I appreciate that.
The fire doesn't go out
If the coal is good
My rifle is a pine knot
To light the fire...

White dove
You who fly high
Take a message
To the people I miss
My children and my parents
My cousins and siblings
Friends, I wish I was there drinking with you.

And hear the drums rumble
May it sound throughout the ranch
As we are accustomed.
?? Ashicovo fired 100 shots
Favorite weapon of "Kikil Caro..."