Entre Hierba Polvo Y Plomo - Los Cadetes De Linares traduction en anglais

Entre Hierba Polvo Y Plomo

Entre hierba, polvo y plomo
Vivió siempre desde niño
Tenía fama de bandido

Su padre fue un traficante
Que no respetaba a nadie
Fue quien le enseñó el camino

Quince años tenía Ramiro
Cuando su padre le dijo:
"Vas a llevar este encargo"

Con tu vida me respondes
Tú sabes cómo lo pones
En el condado de Hidalgo

Ramiro cruzó nadando
El famoso Río Bravo
Y así llevó aquel encargo

Los compradores del polvo
Ya lo estaban esperando
En el condado de Hidalgo

Pasó la prueba de fuego
Para el orgullo del viejo
Muchas veces cruzó el río

Con hierba y cajas de parque
Y el polvo empezó a gustarle
Hasta hacerse drogadicto

Su padre le dijo un día
Que droga no le daría
Ni mucho menos dinero

Ramiro le contestó:
"Tú fuiste quien me enseñó
Y ahora por ella me muero"

Sin darle tiempo de nada
Sacó su pistola a escuadra
Y le disparó a su padre

Pero se guardó una bala
Que él mismo se disparara
En presencia de su madre

Between Grass, Dust, and Lead

Between grass, dust, and lead, my love,
He lived since he was a boy,
He had the reputation of a bandit.

His father was a trafficker,
Who respected no one, darling,
He was the one who showed him the way.

Ramiro was fifteen years old,
When his father told him, my dear,
"You're going to take this delivery."

"With your life you answer to me,"
"You know how to deliver it, sweetheart,"
"In Hidalgo County."

Ramiro swam across,
The famous Rio Grande, my love,
And so he carried that delivery.

The buyers of the powder,
Were already waiting for him, darling,
In Hidalgo County.

He passed the test of fire,
To the old man's pride, my dear,
Many times he crossed the river.

With weed and boxes of ammo,
And he started to like the powder, sweetheart,
Until he became an addict.

His father told him one day,
That he wouldn't give him drugs, my love,
Much less money.

Ramiro replied to him:
"You were the one who taught me, darling,"
"And now I die for it."

Without giving him any time,
He drew his squared pistol, my dear,
And shot his father.

But he saved a bullet,
That he would shoot himself with, sweetheart,
In the presence of his mother.