Текст и перевод песни Abraham Vazquez - El Estudiante

El Estudiante

Por la secundaria por mis años
Me pregunto mi papá
¿Hijo, quieres estudiar?
O quisieras trabajar
Al día siguiente por las brechitas
Me puse como animal
Al igual que mi papá
La escuelita me fue a dar
Me arrebatan a dos tíos
Y eso sí me pudo
Más coraje le metí al jale
Y trabajé duro
Pero la sonrisa y la mano en el cuete
No dejó de patrullar
Quién diría que el estudiante
Sin papeles la iba a hacer
Y por Mochis y ligueras
Se lanza pa' recorrer
Caravanas y con placas de Chihuahua
Todos andaban al cien
Una sonrisa plasmada
Se le mira al chavalón
Y con ventas de paletas
Y libritas de a montón
Las historias de las calles
Una familia pesada le tocó
Experiencias dadas
Por Durango me tocó andar en acción
El gobierno me agarró
Y no di la información
Y con los huachitos de morrito
Me arrebatan al viejón
Malos tiempos me pasó
Pero todo se aclaró
Me tumbó el gobierno
Casi media tonelada
Más subidas me tocó pegar
Que las bajadas
Pero la sonrisa y la mano en el cuete
No dejo de patrullar
Quién diría que el estudiante
Sin papeles la iba a hacer
Y por Mochis y ligueras
Se lanza pa' recorrer
Caravanas y con placas de Chihuahua
Todos andaban al cien
Una sonrisa plasmada
Se le mira al chavalón
Y con ventas de paletas
Y libritas de a montón
Las historias de las calles
Una familia pesada le tocó

The Student

During my high school years,
My dad asked me,
“Son, do you want to study?”
Or would you like to work?”
The next day, through the cracks,
I went wild,
Just like my father,
I ended up in school.
They took two uncles from me,
And that really got to me,
I put more anger into the hustle,
And I worked hard.
But the smile and the hand on the gun,
Never stopped patrolling.
Who would have thought the student,
Without papers, would make it,
And through Mochis and ligueras,
He sets out to travel.
Caravans and with Chihuahua plates,
Everyone was going full speed,
A smile plastered,
Is seen on the young man,
And with popsicle sales,
And pounds by the ton.
The stories of the streets,
He ended up with a heavy family,
Given experiences,
Through Durango, I had to be in action.
The government caught me,
And I didn't give up the information,
And with the little huachitos,
They took my old man from me.
I went through bad times,
But everything cleared up,
The government took down,
Almost half a ton,
I had to take more climbs,
Than descents.
But the smile and the hand on the gun,
Never stopped patrolling.
Who would have thought the student,
Without papers, would make it,
And through Mochis and ligueras,
He sets out to travel.
Caravans and with Chihuahua plates,
Everyone was going full speed,
A smile plastered,
Is seen on the young man,
And with popsicle sales,
And pounds by the ton.
The stories of the streets,
He ended up with a heavy family,