Paroles et traduction Los Tigres Del Norte - Aguas Revueltas

Aguas Revueltas

Cuanto narcotraficante, policias y pistoleros,
Hoy los cobija la tierra adentro de un agujero,
De nada sirvieron armas de nada valio el dinero,
Eso le dijo un viejito a su hijo que tanto amaba,
No busques dinero facil porque tu vida se acava con el sudor de tu
Frente disfrutas mas lo que ganas, el hijo le contesto,
Padre yo soy comandante y nunca trabajare para ningun traficante,
Como lo respeto a usted prefiero morirme de hambre,
Seguro por la frontera, muy pronto haya me veran,
Dicen que hay mucho mañoso, que no han podido agarrar,
Tejiendo mi telaraña yo si los voy atorar, a la ciudad fronteriza,
Una mañana llego, junto con diez compañeros,
El comandante murio, como no quizo venderse,
La mafia lo rafagueo, yo me reservo los nombres,
Porque podria lastimar,
A los parientes de aquellos que acavan de acribillar,
Que pasa con el gobierno, las cosas estan muy mal,
Las aguas estan revueltas, nadie las puede aclarar,
Es el pan de cada dia, tragedias e impunidad,
Mi gente quiere trabajo, no muertes que lamentar.

Aguas Revueltas

How many narcotraffickers, police, and gunmen,
Today they are covered by the earth inside a hole,
Weapons were useless, money was useless,
An old man said that to his son whom he loved so much,
Don't look for easy money, because your life ends with the sweat of your
Forehead, you enjoy more what you earn; the son answered him,
Father, I am a commander and I will never work for any trafficker,
As I respect you, I prefer to starve,
Surely at the border, very soon they will see me,
They say that there are many villains, who have not been able to arrest,
Weaving my web, I will trap them, the border city,
One morning he arrived, together with ten companions,
The commander died, as he did not want to sell out,
The mafia gunned him down, I will keep the names secret,
Because it could hurt,
To the relatives of those who have just been shot,
What is happening with the government, things are very bad,
The waters are rough, no one can clear them up,
It is the daily bread, tragedies, and impunity,
My people want work, not deaths to mourn.