Paroles et traduction Los Alameños De La Sierra - La Costurera

La Costurera

Jugaba con carritos de madera, pa' un buen juguete, no había de verás
El día 25 de Diciembre, en su arbolito no había sorpresa
Pa' el 6 de Enero, él se esperaba, pero los reyes, nunca llegaban
Pero la realidad, fue que a su madre, cociendo ropa, no le alcanzaba.

Vestido con camisas exclusivas, porque su madre se las cocía
La marca de su pantalon parchado, con maquinita se la ponía
La costurera, había sufrido, pero adelante saco a su hijo,
A los diez años ya se imaginaba, lo que entre llanto había parido.

A una doble rodado 87', ya le montaba, siendo muy plebe
Fue la herramienta que le dio su
Padre, pa' que empezara a hacer billetes
Por su carácter, ya no era un niño, pa' defenderse ya tenía estilo
Y para chambear o tal vez para
Calarle, pelaba gallos pa' con los gringos.

¡Y aquí vamos Los Elementos De Culiacán, puro JG Music!

Les pintó bien el cuadro, y buena oferta,
Porque en sus tratos, nunca hay sorpresa,
Se hizo proveedor en cantidades, de lo que mueve, ahí saquen cuenta
Pusieron trampa, pa' que cayera, pero el venado, llevaba escuela,
La cascara del mango mexicano, pa' los gabachos, y se la pelan.

Una bolsita, y dos julios 70', prende un tabaco y el humo avienta,
Con musiquita vieja se amanece, pistear en bola, saca la vuelta
Dos tres palabras, y soluciona, se ponen quietos o quieren bronca,
Se la ponen fácil pa' que se arreglen, pero a rateros, nunca perdona.

Ahí me disculpan lo mal educado, porque al muchacho, no he presentado
Yo sólo se que se pone el sombrero, cuando se llega, el mes de Mayo
Tiene a su padre, y lo respeta, tiene a su madre, que lo aconseja
De aquí pa'l real por su cuenta corre, que ya no sufra la costurera.

The Seamstress

I played with wooden cars, couldn't afford a real toy
On Christmas Eve, there was nothing under the tree
On January 6th, I waited with anticipation, but no kings ever came
The truth was, my mother didn't have enough, she sewed clothes to make ends meet.

I wore exclusive shirts because my mother sewed them for me
She even branded my patched jeans with her sewing machine
The seamstress, she had suffered, but she raised her son with pride,
And at ten years old, I understood what she had endured for me.

I rode a double-rimmed bicycle from '87, even though I was just a kid
It was the tool my father gave me
So that I could start earning money
My character made me more than a child, I had style when it came to defending myself
And whether it was for work or
For fun, I raised fighting cocks to bet against the gringos.

And here we go, Los Elementos De Culiacán, it's all about JG Music!

They painted a clear picture, and offered a good deal,
Because in their agreements, there were never any surprises,
He became a supplier in great quantities, of what they were dealing, just do the math
They set traps to make him fall, but the deer, he had learned his lessons,
The skin of the Mexican mango, for the gringos, and they'll pay through the nose.

A small bag, and two July 40s, he lights a cigarette and blows the smoke,
He stays up all night with old-time music, drinking with friends, turning it up
A few words, and he solves problems, they can either straighten up or look for trouble,
He makes it easy for them to settle things, but he's never forgiving of thieves.

Excuse my manners, because I haven't introduced the young man yet
All I know is that he puts on his hat, when the month of May arrives
He has his father, and respects him, he has his mother, who gives him advice
From here on, he's on his own, so that the seamstress doesn't have to suffer anymore.