Paroles et traduction Martin Castillo - Pa` Mi Jefita

Pa` Mi Jefita

En el barrio entre el pueblo yo naci
Entre el vicio y los placeres eh vivido
A mi paso se que mucho ofendi
Ni a la carcel ni a la muerte le eh temido
Y a pesar de todo el daño que cause
Solo de una cosa estoy arrepentido

De haber hecho sufrir a mi jefita
Es ternura es bondad y es muy buena
La mujer que con su vida dio mi ser
Y que en pago solo recibio mas penas
Esas canas que blanquean en su cabeza
Las arrugas que que en su frente se han formado
Ya no se si es por el paso de los años
Oh las penas que por mi tanto ha pasado

(Ahy le va madrecita chula hermosa y de rodillas vengo ama, para pedirle perdon por todo el daño que le eh causado se que no soy el hijo perfecto, pero mi cariño siempre sera sincero madre)
Se que caro es pagar por ser borracho
Se que caro me saldra ser sido un vago
Pero aver hecho sufrir a mi jefita
Me cae que ni con la vida yo le pago
Hoy que el llanto va mojando sus mejillas
Y que empieza a marchitarce su carita
Con el alma llorando de rodillas
Yo te pido me perdones madrecita.

For My Mother

In the neighborhood among the people I was born
Between vice and pleasures I have lived
In my steps I know I have offended much
Neither prison nor death have I feared
And despite all the damage I have caused
Only one thing I regret

For having made my mother suffer
Her tenderness is kindness and she is very good
The woman who with her life gave me my being
And in return she only received more sorrows
Those white hairs that whiten on her head
The wrinkles that have formed on her forehead
I no longer know if it is because of the passing of the years
Or the sorrows that she has suffered so much for me

(Oh my beautiful, gorgeous mother, on my knees I come, my love, to ask you for forgiveness for all the harm I have caused you. I know that I am not the perfect son, but my love will always be honest, Mother)
I know that it is expensive to pay for being a drunkard
I know that it will cost me dearly to have been a bum
But, having made my mother suffer
It seems to me that not even with my life can I pay her
Today when tears moisten her cheeks
And her face begins to wither
With my soul in tears, on my knees
I ask you to forgive me, my Mother.