Paroles et traduction Manny Montes - Santito

Santito

Cuenta la historia de un niño criado en un hogar
De bajos recursos donde tampoco estaba Papa
Para su madre no era fácil criar sus ocho hijos
Por tal razón su esperanza se aferraba a su crucifijo y Santito!!!!
Poco a poco crecía, diariamente el negocio de la droga el veía
Criado en un caserío donde el trasiego abundaba
Salía a correr bicicleta y en segundos se encontraba
Pero, que culpa tenia aquel niño inocente
De salir y encontrarse con ese tipo de gente
Veía a uno de sus hermanos, en su hogar rompió una regla de no ir a una iglesia grande sino ir a una pequeña
Es que Santito siente un toque en su corazón por primera vez y luego acepta al Señor
Pero no pasan tres años y del camino de Dios se aparta
El enemigo con su astucia sutilmente a el lo engaña
Como todo joven tenia metas en su corazón
Su pana le dice quieres progreso vete a Nueva York no le fue fácil y por cosas del destino
El enemigo le presenta a Santito otro camino,
El camino fácil que han escogido mucha gente
El que parecía derecho y al final fue uno de muerte
Y es que Santito, al cuello se hecho la soga
Al meterse por necesidad al mundo de las drogas

Santito es la vida que nace de muerte
Todo lo es posible cuando Dios esta presente
La ultima palabra la da el omnipotente Sin el saber, iba rumbo al fracaso
Del diablo era un monigote era un payaso
No hacia caso a lo que buenas cosas le decían
No quería coger consejos se creía que todo sabia
Se creía invencible que todo era color de rosa
Sin saber el mismo estaba cavando su propia fosa
Envuelto en el trasiego hasta viviendo alga rete
Su Dios se ha convertido en Magnun 357 y quien diría!!!
Que aquel chamaquito tranquilo
Se encontraba en la ciudad traficando con los kilos
Codicia es lo que abundaba en su corazón
Porque tenia un par de armas se creía un James Bond
Ser el mas temido, ese era su enfoque
Que todo mundo lo respetara en todo el bloque
Pero tenia un vacío que esas cosas no llenaban
Ahora no solo vendía droga sino que la usaba

Santito es la vida que nace de muerte
Todo lo es posible cuando Dios esta presente
La ultima palabra la da el omnipotente En un sueño Santito recibe un aviso
Se vio baleado tirado en el piso
El otro día vinieron donde el un par de socios
Lo invitaron a ganar dinero en un buen negocio
No habían pasado diez minutos que habían llegado al lugar
Santito bien ignorante a lo que iba a pasar
Se formo una balacera y Santito dio un brinco
Le dieron un plomazo con una cuarenta y cinco
La cuestión del caso fue un plomo explosivo
Lo desbarato por dentro lo llevaron pa' intensivo
Le dijeron a su esposa no lo aseguramos
Busquen a su madre que mañana lo enterramos
Pero en Puerto Rico un pueblo de Dios por el clamo
Y al que lo iban a enterrar ya sus dos ojos abrió
Entonces vinieron los médicos a certificar
El podrá vivir pero jamás va a caminar
Y entonces cuando lo desahució la ciencia
Apareció el medico por excelencia
El que dijeron que iba a estar por siempre
Paralítico
Yo lo he visto predicando en las calles de Puerto Rico

Ahora yo digo como Santito diría
Dios es una realidad y no es filosofía Santito es la vida que nace de muerte
Todo lo es posible cuando Dios esta presente
La ultima palabra la da el omnipotente como Santito diría.dedicado para mi primo tony (((SBA)))

Little Saint

The story tells of a child raised in a home
With limited resources, where Papa was also absent
It wasn't easy for his mother to raise her eight children
For this reason, her hope clung to her crucifix and Little Saint!!!!
He grew up little by little, witnessing the drug business daily
Raised in a housing project where trafficking was rampant
He would go out to ride his bike and in seconds he would find himself
But, what was the fault of that innocent child
To go out and encounter that kind of people
He saw one of his brothers, in his home he broke a rule of not going to a big church but going to a small one
It's that Little Saint feels a touch in his heart for the first time and then accepts the Lord
But not even three years pass and he strays from God's path
The enemy with his cunning subtly deceives him
Like any young person, he had goals in his heart
His friend tells him you want progress go to New York it wasn't easy and due to fate
The enemy presents Little Saint with another path,
The easy path that many people have chosen
The one that seemed right and in the end was one of death
And it is that Little Saint, put the rope around his neck
By getting into the world of drugs out of necessity

Little Saint is the life that is born from death
Everything is possible when God is present
The last word is given by the omnipotent Without knowing, he was heading towards failure
He was a puppet of the devil, he was a clown
He paid no attention to the good things they told him
He didn't want to take advice, he thought he knew everything
He thought he was invincible, that everything was rosy
Without knowing, he was digging his own grave
Involved in trafficking, even living on the edge
His God has become a Magnum 357 and who would have thought!!!
That that quiet little boy
Was in the city trafficking kilos
Greed is what abounded in his heart
Because he had a couple of guns, he thought he was James Bond
To be the most feared, that was his focus
That everyone would respect him throughout the block
But he had a void that those things didn't fill
Now he not only sold drugs but also used them

Little Saint is the life that is born from death
Everything is possible when God is present
The last word is given by the omnipotent In a dream, Little Saint receives a warning
He saw himself shot, lying on the floor
The next day a couple of partners came to him
They invited him to make money in a good deal
Not even ten minutes had passed since they arrived at the place
Little Saint, quite ignorant of what was going to happen
A shootout broke out and Little Saint jumped
They shot him with a forty-five
The matter of the case was an explosive bullet
It blew him up inside, they took him to intensive care
They told his wife we don't assure him
Look for his mother, tomorrow we bury him
But in Puerto Rico a people of God cried out for him
And the one they were going to bury already opened his two eyes
Then the doctors came to certify
He will be able to live but he will never walk
And then when science gave him up
The doctor par excellence appeared
The one they said would be forever
Paralytic
I have seen him preaching on the streets of Puerto Rico

Now I say as Little Saint would say
God is a reality and not a philosophy Little Saint is the life that is born from death
Everything is possible when God is present
The last word is given by the omnipotent as Little Saint would say. dedicated to my cousin Tony (((SBA)))