Paroles et traduction Haragan & Lira n Roll - El No Lo Mato

El No Lo Mato

Se le hizo fácil
Se le hizo fácil
Y es que nada en la vida es fácil,
Desenfundo su puñal
Y se dispuso a robar una gran tienda
De abastos popular.
Solo tenía diecisiete años
Bien vividos mal vividos, que se yo.
Todo iba saliendo de maravilla
Para ser la primera vez no estaba tan mal.
Entró a la tienda:
Sacó el puñal y dijo en voz alta:
Esto es un atraco aflojen la lana o se morirán.
Todo iba saliendo bien
Corrio de la tienda a toda velocidad
Con el dinero en las manos
Con su futuro en sus manos
Se dispuso a escapar.
Cruzó la gran avenida sin parar
Ya casi la iba a librar
Cuando cerré los ojos se oyó un disparo
Parecía un cañón
Como un monstruo la vida le arrebató.
El juego había terminado ya
Una bala le perforó el corazón.
Aquel policia, señor se gano un ascenso
Y una medalla al valor.
El lo asesinó,
Era un niño jugando al ladrón
Sólo tenía 17 años
Bien vividos, mal vividos, que se yo.
El lo asesinó
Sin sentido y sin razón
Por un puñado de billetes
Se los hubiera dado yo.
Su cuerpecillo yacía en la acera
Y el dineró el viento se lo llevó.
Sin sentido y sin razón
Todo fue un error un estupido error.
Padres, cuiden a sus hijos
No les vaya a pasar lo que les cuento yo.
Maldita sea la hora en que se descarrió.
Maldito sea el mto. en que se maleó...
Ay que policia, señor
El no lo mató
Fue la misma sociedad
Y el medio en el que se desarrolló.
El no lo mató,
Fue el medio, sus padres sus amigos,
La necesidad sus ansias, que se yo.
Sin sentido y sin razón

He Didn't Kill Him

It was easy for him
It was easy for him
And nothing in life is easy
He pulled out his knife
And set out to rob a large grocery store
For popular food.
He was only seventeen years old
Well lived, badly lived, who knows.
Everything was going great
For being the first time, it wasn't so bad.
He walked into the store
He pulled out the knife and said aloud
This is a hold up, hand over the money or you'll die.
Everything was going well
He ran out of the store with all speed
With money in his hands
With his future in his hands
He set out to escape.
He crossed the large avenue without stopping
He almost got away with it
When I closed my eyes a gunshot was heard
It sounded like a cannon,
Like a monster, life had snatched it away.
The game had already ended
A bullet had pierced his heart.
That policeman, sir, earned himself a promotion
And a medal for valor.
He murdered him
He was a child playing at being a thief
He was only 17 years old
Well lived, badly lived, who knows.
He murdered him
Meaninglessly and for no reason
For a handful of bills
I would have given them to him myself.
His little body lay on the sidewalk
And the money was carried away by the wind.
Meaninglessly and for no reason
It was all a mistake, a stupid mistake.
Parents, watch over your children
Don't let what I'm telling you happen to them.
May the hour he went astray be cursed.
May the moment he went wrong be cursed...
Oh what a policeman, sir
He didn't kill him
It was society itself
And the environment in which he grew up.
He didn't kill him
It was the environment, his parents, his friends
The need, his desires, who knows.
Meaninglessly and for no reason