Текст и перевод песни David Bernal - Relatos Del Barrio

Relatos Del Barrio

Procura siempre andar con cuidado
Pues mi barrio está muy bravo
Que hasta la vida puedes perder

Las calles se llenan de malandros
En cuanto el sol se ha ocultado
Los fierros se escucharan gritar

Cholos tiran señas a carros desconocidos
Cuídate la espalda, aquí no existen los amigos
Beretta fajada pa' responder a enemigos
Son cosas del barrio, no crean que esto es cuento chino

Si te ven un lujo te tumban en el camino
Rondan por la cuadra ondeados, ese es su estilo
Si hay alguna duda, es cuestión yo se los digo
Cáiganle a mi barrio y les cuento lo que he vivido...

Sentado disfrutando el momento
Se acerca un tinto viejo
Viene por vicio de muy lejos

En busca de hierba yo me encuentro
En veces con Kris me divierto
O algo fuerte que me haga volar

Cholos tiran señas a carros desconocidos
Cuídate la espalda, aquí no existen los amigos
Beretta fajada pa' responder a enemigos
Son cosas del barrio, no crean que esto es cuento chino

Si te ven un lujo te tumban en el camino
Rondan por la cuadra ondeados ese es su estilo
Si hay alguna duda, es cuestión yo se los digo
Cáiganle a mi barrio y les cuento lo que he vivido...

Stories from the Neighborhood

Always make sure to be careful
For my neighborhood is very dangerous
That you could even lose your life

The streets are filled with thugs
As soon as the sun has set
You will hear the weapons scream

Gang members throw signs to unfamiliar cars
Watch your back, here there are no friends
Beretta strapped to respond to enemies
These are things of the neighborhood, don't think this is a Chinese fairy tale

If they see a luxury item on you, they'll take you down in the street
They hang around the block looking high, that's their style
If there is any doubt, I'll tell you
Come down to my neighborhood and I'll tell you what I've lived...

Sitting enjoying the moment
An old drunk approaches
He comes from far away for a vice

I'm looking for some weed to find
Sometimes I have fun with Kris
Or something strong that will make me fly

Gang members throw signs to unfamiliar cars
Watch your back, here there are no friends
Beretta strapped to respond to enemies
These are things of the neighborhood, don't think this is a Chinese fairy tale

If they see a luxury item on you, they'll take you down in the street
They hang around the block looking high that's their style
If there is any doubt, I'll tell you
Come down to my neighborhood and I'll tell you what I've lived...