No Llores Mama - C-Kan traduction en anglais

No Llores Mama

Son las tres de la mañana y una madre esta llorando,
Hace dos horas no para de estar rezando,
No se acostumbra q cada semana pasa,
Su hijo menor no ha vuelto a dormir a casa,
A cada pie de la cama la preocupación desvela,
Afuera escucho disparos minutos después unas sirenas,
A su hijo mayor lo victimaron a valazos,
Su mayor temor es q el menor sigue sus pasos,
Desde los 15 años comenzó a raparse el pelo,
A los 16 los tatuajes y el pañuelo probo la mota Y ahora va de farra

Pelea contra pandillas por el color de su garra

Antier perdió su empleo en la fábrica,
Por rallarse en su brazo las insignias de su clica,
Su madre tiñe con llanto sus ojos rojos,
Callo rendida por la angustia y su enojo.

No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas

No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas

Siguiente día vuelve del empleo y ve su casa sola,
Corre a la habitación de su hijo y esta sola,
Vuelve a sentir esos nervios q no controla,
Encuentra en el buró el cargador de una pistola,
Pregunta a los vecinos pero nadie lo ha mirado,
Le marca al celular y como siempre apagado,
De nuevo llora con la angustia q ella siente,
Sin mas ni mas el vuelve a casa de repente,
Que te paso a lo que el responde nada,
Tiene un labio hinchado y trai una mano vendada,
Un morete en el pómulo y abierta la quijada,
Y en su cráneo rapado tiene mas de 6 puntadas,
Quien te hizo eso mira hijo como vienes,
Van a pagarla jefa a si q no importa quienes,
Entra a la habitación y sale fajando el fierro al panto,
Sus ultimas palabras jefa hay la miro al rato,

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No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas

No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas,

Hace tres horas q salio y que no regresa,
La desesperación crea dolor en su cabeza,
De nuevo llora y tiene un mal presentimiento.
Sale corriendo q importa q este lloviendo,
Llega a su esquina pero hay nadie lo ha visto,
Lleva en su mano una imagen de cristo,
Los labios secos se la comen las ansias,
Calles abajo mira luces de ambulancias,
Llega al tumulto hay casquillos entre marcas,
Un cuerpo inerte bajo una sabana blanca,
Ella pregunta quien es y no responden,
Todos la miran párese que algo le esconden,
La empuja el oficial que le impedía pasar,
Bajo la sabana un rostro tan familiar
Por favor que alguien me diga q no es cierto,
Abraza y besa entre sangre a su hijo muerto,

No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas

No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas,

No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas,

No llores mama, seca tu llanto por favor,
No llores mama, lágrimas llenas de dolor,
No llores mama, tu fuiste maravillosa,
Aquí fui yo el q no hizo bien las cosas,

Don't Cry, Mama

It's three in the morning and a mother is crying,
For two hours she hasn't stopped praying,
She can't get used to the fact that every week that passes,
Her youngest son hasn't come home to sleep,
At the foot of the bed, worry keeps her awake,
Outside, I hear gunshots, minutes later, sirens,
Her oldest son was shot to death,
Her biggest fear is that the youngest will follow in his footsteps,
From the age of 15 he started shaving his head,
At 16, the tattoos and the bandana, he tried weed, and now he goes partying

He fights against gangs for the color of his claw

The day before yesterday he lost his job at the factory,
For scratching the insignia of his clique on his arm,
His mother dyes her eyes red with tears,
She fell silent, exhausted by anguish and anger.

Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right

Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right

The next day she comes back from work and sees her house empty,
She runs to her son's room and it's empty,
She feels those nerves again that she can't control,
She finds the charger of a pistol on the nightstand,
She asks the neighbors but no one has seen him,
She calls his cell phone and as always it's turned off,
She cries again with the anguish she feels,
Suddenly, he comes home,
What happened to you, to which he replies nothing,
He has a swollen lip and a bandaged hand,
A bruise on his cheekbone and his jaw open,
And on his shaved skull he has more than 6 stitches,
Who did this to you, look at how you are, son,
They're going to pay for it, boss, so it doesn't matter who they are,
He enters the room and comes out tucking the iron into his pants,
His last words, boss, I'll see you later,

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Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right

Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right,

It's been three hours since he left and he hasn't come back,
Desperation creates pain in her head,
She cries again and has a bad feeling.
She runs out, who cares if it's raining,
She gets to her corner but no one has seen him,
She carries an image of Christ in her hand,
Her dry lips are eaten by anxiety,
Down the street she sees ambulance lights,
She reaches the crowd, there are shells among marks,
A lifeless body under a white sheet,
She asks who it is and they don't answer,
Everyone looks at her, it seems they're hiding something from her,
The officer who was preventing her from passing pushes her,
Under the sheet, a face so familiar
Please someone tell me it's not true,
She hugs and kisses her dead son among the blood,

Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right

Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right,

Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right,

Don't cry, Mama, dry your tears please,
Don't cry, Mama, tears full of pain,
Don't cry, Mama, you were wonderful,
It was me who didn't do things right,