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Tinta y Plomo

Destapo una botella
La fiesta comenzaba
Pero no me esperaba
Que los guachos me buscaran
Recio los Barret tronaban

Corrí pa′ la oficina
Por mi nueve cortita
Miré por la ventana
Mi familia arrodillada
Tuve que soltar el arma

Ni siquiera hubo tiempo
De siquiera defendernos
El cuatro ya estaba puesto
Aprovecharon el momento
Y lograron aprendernos

Cuando menos esperaba
Con las cachas me golpeaban
Me subieron a la fuerza
Nunca perdí la firmeza
Pero perdí la conciencia

En un cuarto despertaba
Con gente que me observaba
No sabia dónde estaba
Y no recordaba nada
Una entrevista comenzaba

Porque lo prometido es deuda, viejones
Su compita el de la lira

"Ya tenemos uno bueno"
Dijo el oficial sonriendo
Le pedí un vaso con agua
Paso a paso se acercaba
La nueve le arrebatada

Le metí cuatro calacas
Para no perder más balas
Y tomé sus cargadores
Tomé aire y mire arriba
Tú no decide mi destino

Salí para un pasillo
Y ya estaban advertidos
Venían por mi cabeza
Fácil no van a tenerla
Disparé y les di guerra

No puedo estar encerrado
Hay familia a mi lado
Que necesitan mi ayuda
Para salir adelante
Y poder probar bocado

Era vivir o estar muerto
Y de eso no me arrepiento
Nada es fácil en la vida
Por eso pónganse pilas
Aquí en las nubes me encuentro

Tinta y Plomo

I uncork a bottle
The party was about to begin
But I didn’t expect
The vigilantes to come looking for me
The Barretts roared out

I ran to the office
For my petite nine
I looked out the window
My family on their knees
I had to drop the gun

There wasn’t even time
To even defend ourselves
The command was already given
They took advantage of the moment
And managed to apprehend us

When I least expected it
They were hitting me with the gun butts
They forced me into the car
I never lost my firmness
But I lost consciousness

I woke up in a room
With people observing me
I didn’t know where I was
And I didn’t remember anything
An interview began

Because a promise is something that must be kept, my friend
Your buddy the guitar player

"We got a good one here"
The officer said, smiling
I asked for a glass of water
He came closer, step by step
The nine snatched from him

I put four shots into him
So as not to waste any more bullets
And I took his magazines
I took a breath and looked up
You don’t decide my destiny

I went out into a hallway
And they had already been warned
They came after my head
They wouldn’t have it easy
I fired and gave them fight

I can’t be locked up
I have family by my side
Who need my help
To make it through
And to be able to try some food

It was live or die
And I don’t regret it
Nothing in life is easy
So get your batteries charged
Here I am, among the clouds