Текст и перевод песни C-Kan - Compadres

Compadres

En la calle hay carnales, homies, parientes
Melasa, compadres, primos, mi gente, mi raza
Cerote, boludo, weones y panas
Hay pibes, bros, wey, kapes, caras y parces

Carnales, homies, parientes
Melasa, compadres, primos, mi gente, mi raza
Cerote, boludo, weones y panas
Hay pibes, bros, wey, kapes, caras y parces

Qui'huboles' pariente welcome a la tierra caliente simón
Por acá la amistad no se compra billete delincuente
Y hay gente que opina lo contrario
Pero bendito dios me dejo tener un barrio

Crecer en la pobreza entre crimen y vandalismo
Donde valía mas valerte del carnalismo
Ahora da lo mismo traicionar por un peso
Que sera por tres hasta el ratón vende el queso

Por eso desde los tiempos de andar en bocho
Yo seguiré cantando soy de la 98
Mi clika mi otra familia la que no es pandilla
Los ramos los centeno los clara los padilla

Enemigos? fuego! cuando la traición entablan repito!
Amigos los huevos y ni se hablan!
No es quien te paga el vicio o te da de beber su cagua'
Es quien te quito la sed cuando no había ni pal agua

Wow mira como acabó todo el que se viró traicionaron
Pero luego imitaron mi flow
Como es que me tiró si yo fui quien lo crió
Como perro malagradecido a su amo mordió

Si hasta judas vendió al que la mano le dió
Ni tan santo era San Pedro que a su maestro negó
Que puedo decir yo su amistad terminé
Y no quiero que ojetes como tu me llamen bro

Simón! igual y no tengo un carnal
Pero la vida me dio un compadre
Hoy quizá el destino nos trate mal (Normal)
Pero el mañana sera a toda madre

Simón! igual y no tengo un carnal
Pero la vida me dio un compadre
Hoy quizá el destino nos trate mal (Normal)
Pero el mañana sera a toda madre

Yo se de amigos que se hicieron enemigos
Y también se de enemigos que quisieran ser mi amigo wey
Si Dios conmigo esta de mas si te lo digo
No confió en los enemigos de los que son mis amigos ley

De ojo por ojo y de diente por diente
De que en el concreto sobrevive el mas fuerte
La suerte y la calle te regalan camaradas
Y un lobo no vale nada si no trae una manada

Más nada viviendo la vida que yo escogí
Y bebiendo bebidas con un carnal que si elegí
Como vi porque aunque la sangre sea diferente
Una cosa es ser familia otra cosa es ser pariente

Y eso no lo siente el que no tiene corazón
El que la amistad nunca le dio una razón
Para pararla con el pecho aunque no sea para ti la bala
Para saber distinguir a un hermano de un chavala

Por que en la fiesta me sobran los compás
En la loquera me sobran los compás
Ya me conocen me sobran los compás
Si ando en problemas la mitad se va de pompas

Regreso y para atrás miro y siempre te reviro
Tan los pocos que están desde el inicio hasta mi retiro
Por eso ni me admiro si ya casi ni miro
A todos esos pedos que confundí con suspiros

En la calle hay carnales, homies, parientes, melasa
Compadres, primos, mi gente, mi raza
Cerote, boludo, weones y panas
Hay pibes, bro, wey, kapes, caras y parces

Carnales, homies, parientes, melasa
Compadres, primos, mi gente, mi raza
Cerote, boludo, weones y panas
Hay pibes, bro, wey, kapes, caras y parces

Simón! igual y no tengo un carnal
Pero la vida me dió un compadre
Hoy quizá el destino nos trate mal (Normal)
Pero el mañana sera a toda madre

Simón! igual y no tengo un carnal
Pero la vida me dió un compadre
Hoy quizá el destino nos trate mal (Normal)
Pero el mañana sera a toda madre

Compadres

On the streets, there are brothers, homies, family
Melasa, compadres, cousins, my people, my race
Dudes, fools, weones and buddies
There are guys, bros, dudes, kapes, faces and parces

Brothers, homies, family
Melasa, compadres, cousins, my people, my race
Dudes, fools, weones and buddies
There are guys, bros, dudes, kapes, faces and parces

What's up, homie, welcome to the hot land, yeah
Around here, friendship isn't bought, you delinquent
And there are people who think the opposite
But thank God, he let me have a neighborhood

Growing up in poverty, among crime and vandalism
Where brotherhood was worth more
Now it's the same to betray for a peso
That even the rat will sell the cheese for three

That's why since the days of riding in a Beetle
I'll keep singing, I'm from the 98
My clique, my other family, the one that's not a gang
The Ramos, the Centenos, the Claras, the Padillas

Enemies? Fire! When they set up betrayal, I repeat!
Friends my ass, they don't even talk to each other!
It's not who pays for your vice or gives you their booze
It's who quenched your thirst when there wasn't even water

Wow, look how everyone who turned ended up, they betrayed
But then they imitated my flow
How come he dissed me if I was the one who raised him
Like an ungrateful dog biting his master

Even Judas sold the one who gave him a hand
Saint Peter wasn't so holy that he denied his master
What can I say, I ended his friendship
And I don't want assholes like you calling me bro

Yeah! Maybe I don't have a brother
But life gave me a compadre
Today maybe fate treats us badly (Normal)
But tomorrow will be awesome

Yeah! Maybe I don't have a brother
But life gave me a compadre
Today maybe fate treats us badly (Normal)
But tomorrow will be awesome

I know of friends who became enemies
And I also know of enemies who would like to be my friend, man
If God is with me, it's more than enough, I tell you
I don't trust the enemies of those who are my friends, law

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
That on the concrete, the strongest survives
Luck and the street give you comrades
And a wolf is worth nothing if he doesn't have a pack

But nothing, living the life I chose
And drinking drinks with a brother I did choose
As I saw because even though the blood is different
One thing is being family, another thing is being a relative

And that's not felt by the one who has no heart
The one to whom friendship never gave a reason
To stop it with your chest even if the bullet isn't for you
To know how to distinguish a brother from a punk

Because at the party, I have plenty of compas
In the craziness, I have plenty of compas
They already know me, I have plenty of compas
If I'm in trouble, half of them leave with a bang

I come back and look back and always turn back to you
So few are there from the beginning until my retirement
That's why I'm not surprised if I hardly see anymore
All those farts that I mistook for sighs

On the streets, there are brothers, homies, family, melasa
Compadres, cousins, my people, my race
Dudes, fools, weones and buddies
There are guys, bro, wey, kapes, faces and parces

Brothers, homies, family, melasa
Compadres, cousins, my people, my race
Dudes, fools, weones and buddies
There are guys, bro, wey, kapes, faces and parces

Yeah! Maybe I don't have a brother
But life gave me a compadre
Today maybe fate treats us badly (Normal)
But tomorrow will be awesome

Yeah! Maybe I don't have a brother
But life gave me a compadre
Today maybe fate treats us badly (Normal)
But tomorrow will be awesome