Текст и перевод песни El Tigrillo Palma - Tres Minutos Con Mi Madre

Tres Minutos Con Mi Madre

ρι∂ο τяєѕ мιиυτοѕ ρα нαϐℓαя ϲοи мι мα∂яє
ѕєиτα∂ο єи мι ϰєℓ∂α αգυι єи ѕαи գυιиτιи
γο գυιєяο єϰρℓιϲαяℓє ροяգυє Ꮠυι υи мαℓ нιנο
γ το∂α ℓα νι∂α γο τє ιѕє ѕυᏐяιя
мαℓ∂ιτα ροϐяєѕα τυ мє ∂єϐєѕ υиα
Siempre tu escogiste donde yo a vivir
A lo peor dl barrio ai me abentabas
Porque te gustaba verme sufrir
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Tuve que ser gallo perdoname madre
Nunca fui un cobarde y te consta a ti
Tube que amarrarme con gallos muy bravos
Y entre la batalla ya no piense en ti
Carcel del condado tambien te conosco
Yo desde muchacho no salia de ai
Entre aqiella sala y tanta visita
Mi padre y mi madre lloraron por mi
IBS
De un dicho a un hecho pasaron Los años
Y aora por un pleito me tienen aqui
Yo fui a la corte y le dije al jurado
Si no lo mataba el me mataba ami
Ultimas palabras dijo el carxelero
Y con sentimiento lo dejo joaquin
Reporte mi cuerpo a mi rancho querido
Que desde muy chico yo salia de ai
Y si hay otra vida diosito querido
Dejeme mi rancho para ser muy feliz
Prefiero ser pobre y no arrancar pal norte
Y ai entre las celdas bolbeme a podrir.

Three Minutes With My Mother

I only need three minutes to talk to my mother
Sitting in my cell here in San Quentin
I want to explain to her why I'm a bad son
And I've made her cry my entire life
Damn poverty, you owe me one
You always decided where I would live
In the worst part of the neighborhood where you threw me out
Because you liked to see me suffer
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I had to be a rooster, forgive me mother
I was never a coward and you know it
I had to band together with really tough roosters
And in the middle of the fight I didn't think about you
County jail, I know you too well
Since I was a boy I didn't leave there
Between those halls and so many visits
My father and my mother cried for me
IBS
From saying to doing, years passed
And now because of a fight they have me here
I went to court and I told the jury
If I didn't kill him, he would kill me
Last words, said the jailer
And with emotion, Joaquin left
Send my body back to my beloved ranch
Because since I was very young I left there
And if there is another life, dear God
Let me have my ranch to be very happy
I prefer to be poor and not leave for the north
And there among the cells, let me rot again.