Paroles et traduction El Compa Mena - Recordando a Juanito

Recordando a Juanito

Voy a escribir unos versos
Traigo la pluma en la mano
Se los compuse aun amigo
Que ya no esta en este mundo
Juanito era su nombre
De apodo le decían chino

Estado de Guanajuato
Tierra que lo vio nacer
Los Angeles california
Ati te vieron crecer
Y esas calles de Lynwood
Las conocías muy bien

Recuerdo aquellos tiempos
Cuando te vamos a ver
Ala Baja California
Porque no podias volver
Y a tu hija querida
Ya no la volviste aver

Musica

Por azares del destino
Fuiste a caer prisionero
Te mandaron pa Tijuana
Tu jalaste pa Ensenada
Y asi termino tu vida
Por una mala jugada

Te llevan a Guanajuato
A darte la despedida
Se escucha el dolor Y llanto
De todita tu familia
Mientras que aya en Ensenada
Alguien ya vengo tu vida

Recuerdo aquellos tiempos
Cuando te vamos a ver
Ala Baja California
Porque no podias volver
Y a tu hija querida
Ya no la volviste aver

Remembering Juanito

I'm going to write some verses,
Pen in hand, I start to trace,
Composed for a friend so dear,
Who's no longer with us here.
Juanito was his name, you see,
And "Chino" was his nickname, honey.

Guanajuato, his native land,
The place where his life began.
Los Angeles, California's sun,
Witnessed you, as you'd grown.
And Lynwood's streets, so well you knew,
Every corner, through and through.

I remember those times so clear,
When we'd go to visit you, my dear.
To Baja California we would stray,
Because you couldn't come our way.
And your beloved daughter small,
You never saw her grow at all.

Music

By twists of fate, a cruel design,
A prisoner you became, confined.
They sent you down to Tijuana,
But you made your way to Ensenada.
And so your life met its sad end,
By a bad play, my dear friend.

They took you to Guanajuato's ground,
To bid you farewell, safe and sound.
The cries of sorrow filled the air,
From all your family gathered there.
While down in Ensenada's distant shore,
Someone took your life, forevermore.

I remember those times so clear,
When we'd go to visit you, my dear.
To Baja California we would stray,
Because you couldn't come our way.
And your beloved daughter small,
You never saw her grow at all.