Paroles et traduction Cartel de Santa - Cosas De La Vida

Cosas De La Vida

Hasta estando en la prisión, me llegó la inspiración
Y sobre la hoja, mi pluma voló
Pa′ contarles, qué paso
Y por qué estuve encerrado
El estado dijo: "Homicidio calificado"
Vamos, nunca he dicho que yo soy un ángel
Yo soy perro guardián de mi barrio y de mi chante
De mi gente y de mi clinka y de todo el que me apoya
Ulises era compa y también buena persona
Recuerdo aquella tarde que llegaste a visitarme
Nomás para avisarme que el traidor de Miguel Chávez estaba planeado matarme
Que me pusiera al tiro, porque el vato carga cuete
De lo único que hablaba, era de que me iba a dar muerte
Te agradecí el informe y me despedí de ti
Te dije: "Cáele al rato, para echarnos una weed"
Porque ahorita toy jalando, arreglándome unos beats
Me dijiste: "Ya se hizo, al rato te wacho aquí"
Cómo son las cosas de la vida
Te llevo presente, mi memoria no te olvida
Siempre fuiste mi compi desde que llegaste al barrio
Y toda la flota sabe que nos juntábamos diario
Cómo son las cosas de la vida
Te llevo presente, mi memoria no te olvida
Siempre fuiste mi compi desde que llegaste al barrio
Y toda la flota sabe que nos juntábamos diario
Me quedé en el estudio un rato trabajando
Mery Dee subió pa' ver si quería cenar algo
Le dije: "Ahorita bajo, deja apagao′ el equipo, vete con cuidadito
Que Miguel anda muy loco y ta' tirando mucho pico"
Eso dice el Ulises y al chile se lo creo
Ya varios de mis perros me dijeron de ese pedo
Y como en Babilonia, la escalera está por fuera
Cuando oigo que Mery grita, pues que salgo a la carrera
Volteé pa' todos lados buscando a mi mujer
Pero dos trocas parquiadas no me dejaban ver
Como ya estaba advertido, pues ya traía mi escuadra
Que salgo hacerle frente, parado en medio de la cuadra
Y ahí estaba Miguel, con una mano en la espalda
Me dijo: "Hasta aquí llegaste, te voy a chingar por cabra"
No lo pensé dos veces, saqué el cuete luego, luego
Pero pa′ bajarle el pedo, por eso tire pal suelo
Cómo son las cosas de la vida
Te llevo presente, mi memoria no te olvida
Siempre fuiste mi compi desde que llegaste al barrio
Y toda la flota sabe que nos juntábamos diario
Cómo son las cosas de la vida
Te llevo presente, mi memoria no te olvida
Siempre fuiste mi compi desde que llegaste al barrio
Y toda la flota sabe que la rolábamos diario
Miguel Chávez se siente como si fuera un Dios
Dicen, que hasta se burla de lo que pasó
Sale haciéndose la víctima en la televisión
Pero todo el mundo sabe que el vato es un hocicón
Y a mi compa Ulises, que llegó a tirar mezquina
Una bala de rebote le arrebató la vida
Tú sabes carnalito, contigo ni era la bronca
Tú siempre has sido compa, siempre fuiste de la flota
Eso lo sabe todo el mundo en Santa Catarina
Como saben que Miguel ya tenia la mente podrida
¿Qué esperas de una lacra que encañona hasta a su jefa?
Golpea a su carnala, y hasta sin casa las deja
Yo estuve tras las rejas, casi me empino la vida
Pero tú te echaste encima a todos los de mi jauría
Después de que te di techo, ropa y comida
Como dijeron en la tele los corresponsales
Juan Miguel Chávez, padeces de tus facultades mentales

Things of Life

Even while in prison, inspiration came to me
And my pen flew over the sheet
To tell you what happened
And why I was locked up
The state said: "Aggravated homicide"
Come on, I've never said I'm an angel
I'm the watchdog of my neighborhood and my hustle
Of my people and my crew and everyone who supports me
Ulises was a homie and also a good person
I remember that afternoon you came to visit me
Just to let me know that the traitor Miguel Chávez was planning to kill me
That I should get ready, because the dude carries a gun
All he talked about was that he was going to kill me
I thanked you for the info and said goodbye to you
I told you: "Come back later, so we can smoke some weed"
Because right now I'm working, fixing some beats
You said: "It's done, I'll catch you later"
How things are in life
I keep you present, my memory doesn't forget you
You were always my homie since you arrived in the neighborhood
And the whole crew knows that we hung out daily
How things are in life
I keep you present, my memory doesn't forget you
You were always my homie since you arrived in the neighborhood
And the whole crew knows that we hung out daily
I stayed in the studio working for a while
Mery Dee came up to see if I wanted to eat something
I told her: "I'll be down in a bit, turn off the equipment, be careful"
That Miguel is crazy and he's talking a lot of shit"
That's what Ulises says and I believe him
Several of my dogs have already told me about that mess
And like in Babylon, the stairs are outside
When I hear Mery scream, I run out
I looked everywhere for my woman
But two parked trucks wouldn't let me see
As I was already warned, I already had my gun
I went out to face him, standing in the middle of the block
And there was Miguel, with one hand behind his back
He told me: "This is where you end, I'm going to fuck you up"
I didn't think twice, I pulled out the gun right away
But to calm him down, that's why I shot at the ground
How things are in life
I keep you present, my memory doesn't forget you
You were always my homie since you arrived in the neighborhood
And the whole crew knows that we hung out daily
How things are in life
I keep you present, my memory doesn't forget you
You were always my homie since you arrived in the neighborhood
And the whole crew knows that we rolled it daily
Miguel Chávez feels like he's a God
They say he even makes fun of what happened
He goes on television playing the victim
But everyone knows that the dude is a snitch
And to my homie Ulises, who came to throw down
A stray bullet took his life
You know, homie, the fight wasn't even with you
You've always been a homie, you were always part of the crew
Everyone in Santa Catarina knows that
Just like they know that Miguel already had a rotten mind
What do you expect from a scum who even points a gun at his mother?
Beats his sister, and even leaves them homeless
I was behind bars, I almost lost my life
But you turned all of my pack against you
After I gave you a roof, clothes and food
As the correspondents said on TV
Juan Miguel Chávez, you suffer from your mental faculties