Paroles et traduction Kinto Sol - Carlitos

Carlitos

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

Carlitos creció en un amargo hogar
De una madre que lo quiere y el padre lo quiere dar
Pasaron los años comenzó el niño a usar
El cambio de parecer con el se van a quedar

Los planes del padre ponerlo a trabajar
(Que sirva de algo) No paraba de gritar
Su mujer lo aguantaba la tenia amenazada
(Te voy a matar) Si un día se marchaba

Abusaba y golpeaba cada día maltrataba
Carlitos llorando con miedo escuchaba
(Hija de tu...) como el papa a su madre trataba
De vieja de la calle no la bajaba

Carlitos crecía a su madre quería
Odiaba a su padre y el lo sabia
Ya un hombrecito conoció gente del barrio
De la vida de la calle aprendió lo necesario

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

Viviendo con gritos golpes y engaños
El padre y la jefa son casi extraños
Ahora Carlitos ya tiene 14 años
Y no quiere que su la jefa sufra mas daños

Un día por la calle pensando que a ser
Se pego unos toques y ya va anochecer
(Que onda Carlitos) le dice su compa
El bato que una vez balaceo a la chota

Pienso que ya estuvo me regreso a mi cantón
Pa que me castiguen no quiero dar razón
Comienza a dar efecto los toques que se ha dado
El sufrimiento de su madre de todo se a acordado

Rumbo a su casa para por una esquina
Adicto alas drogas busca su medicina
La bolsita que trae se la arrima a la cara
Respira profundo y ya no siente nada

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

De regreso a su casa abre la puerta
Busca a su madre pero no la encuentra
De repente oye un grito y sabe que es ella
En el piso ve sangre y quebrada una botella

El corre hacia el sitio donde el ruido viene
En sus manos la botella quebrada sostiene
Entra al cuarto ve tirada a su mama
Dándole de golpes estaba su papa

(Hija de tu madre) en su mente todo es lento
Por el alcohol y el sementó
Le clava la botella por la espalda hasta dentro
El padre grito como pudo se volteo
Vio que era su hijo (hijo de tu...) y sus ojos mas abrió

Lo agarro del brazo cayeron al piso
Una herida en el cráneo Carlitos se hizo
Agonizando el padre vio lo que hizo
Así fue el final del padre y del hijo

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

Esta es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos

Carlitos

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.

Carlitos grew up in a bitter home,
With a mother who loved him and a father full of scorn.
Years passed, and the boy began to change,
His transformation would forever rearrange.

The father's plan was to make him work,
(Make him useful) he'd yell and smirk.
His wife endured it, threatened and afraid,
(I'll kill you) if she ever strayed.

Abuse and beatings, mistreatment every day,
Carlitos would listen, crying in dismay.
(Son of a...) how his father treated his mom,
Calling her names, never leaving her alone.

Carlitos grew older, loved his mother dear,
Hated his father, and the feeling was clear.
Now a young man, he met the neighborhood crew,
Learning the ways of the streets, what he had to do.

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.

Living with screams, blows, and deceit,
Father and mother, strangers they'd meet.
Now Carlitos is fourteen years old,
He wants his mother to be free, no longer controlled.

One day on the street, lost in thought and haze,
He took some hits as the night began to glaze.
(What's up, Carlitos?) his friend would say,
The guy who once shot at the cops that day.

I think I'm done, I'm going back to my hood,
Don't want to give them a reason, even if I should.
The drugs he took start to take their hold,
He remembers his mother's suffering, a story untold.

Heading home, he stops at a corner store,
Addicted to drugs, he needs a little more.
He holds the small bag up to his face,
Takes a deep breath, and feels no more disgrace.

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.

Back at his house, he opens the door,
Searches for his mother, but she's not there anymore.
Suddenly, a scream, he knows it's her,
Blood on the floor, a broken bottle, things are unclear.

He runs towards the sound, fear in his eyes,
The broken bottle in his hand, a weapon he applies.
He enters the room, sees his mama on the ground,
His father beating her, making not a sound.

(Son of a bitch!) everything slows down,
Because of the alcohol and the seed he'd sown.
He thrusts the bottle into his father's back,
The father screams, turns around, on the attack.
He sees it's his son, (son of a...) his eyes open wide,

He grabs his arm, they fall to the floor,
Carlitos suffers a head wound, and nothing more.
The father, dying, sees what he's done,
This is the end for both father and son.

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.

This is the story, the life of Carlitos,
His childhood, poverty, and endless cries.
Innocence playing with little cars,
Turned into crimes by a twist of fate's scars.