Текст и перевод песни Grupo Los de la O - Ojinaga

Ojinaga

Son muchas historias aunque muchas no se dicen
Chamaquitos en vez de balon traen rifles tristes
En la cangulera la drogas son las que vistes
Si me pones dedo tratare que no respires.

No es que ande aclamando y difamando lo que es mafia
Aquí en Ojinaga las balas son mas baratas
O tal vez es pretexto pa agarrarlo por las malas
Traen rifle y pechera y van presentando la maña.

Quisiera verlos a todos peliando
Vieran no es lo mismo a estar criticando
Las cosas apretadas salen bien
Se aprieta la garganta hasta que no te quieran ver.

Quisiera verlos a todos peliando,
Son las consecuencia de no hallar trabajo
Trabajo que si te paguen muy bien
Vivan en la frontera y verán que digo la ley.

MUSICA

El radio se escucha siempre 247
Son 24 horas y las 7 no se duermen
Las tachas cigarros y churritos bañados
Hacen consecuencias pa que tu andes paniqueado.

Los gendarme militares y los del gobierno
Nos an dado bajo pero siempre tengo un pedo
Me pregunto tanto porque no se atoran solos
Ya ven que los culos en manadas se hacen lobos.

Quisiera verlos a todos peliando
Vieran no es lo mismo a estar criticando
Las cosas apretadas salen bien
Se aprieta la garganta hasta que no te quieran ver.

Quisiera verlos aquí en mis zapatos
Son las consecuencia de no hallar trabajo
Trabajo que si te paguen muy bien
Vivan en la frontera y verán que digo la ley.

Los que andan en guerra tan en guerra desde antes
Ya apaga tu tele y pon atencion en las calles
Niños en escuelas andan grifotes pues que tranza
No que en Mexico la vida no era una amenaza.

Morras con las tetas ya se metieron anfetas
Somos criminales que esperabas en mis letras
No soy ignorante por decir que es lo que pasa
Diga la verdad aunque les mienta no soy lacra

Quisiera verlos a todos peliando
Vieran no es lo mismo a estar criticando
Las cosas apretadas salen bien
Se aprieta la garganta hasta que no te quieran ver.

Quisiera verlos aquí en mis zapatos
Son las consecuencia de no hallar trabajo
Trabajo que si te paguen muy bien
Vivan en la frontera y verán que digo la ley.

Ojinaga

There are many stories, though many remain untold,
Young boys carrying rifles, their faces cold.
Drugs adorn their waistbands, a sad display,
If you point a finger, you won't see another day.

I'm not here to glorify the mafia's way,
But in Ojinaga, bullets are cheap, they say.
Maybe it's just an excuse to settle scores,
They walk around with rifles, showing off their sores.

I'd like to see them all step into the fray,
They'd find out talking tough is not the way.
Things get tough, and then you know it's real,
They'll squeeze your throat until your fate is sealed.

I'd like to see them all put up a fight,
It's the consequence of jobs that don't feel right.
Jobs that pay you well are hard to find,
Live on the border, girl, and you'll see what's defined.

MUSIC

The radio's always on, 24/7,
24 hours, and not even 7 can sleep in heaven.
Speed, cigarettes, and churros dipped in sin,
Consequences that leave you panicking within.

The cops, the military, the government too,
They've brought us down, but I always pull through.
I wonder why they don't get caught themselves,
Don't they know asses in herds become wolves on shelves?

I'd like to see them all step into the fray,
They'd find out talking tough is not the way.
Things get tough, and then you know it's real,
They'll squeeze your throat until your fate is sealed.

I'd like to see them walk a mile in my shoes,
It's the consequence of jobs that we can't choose.
Jobs that pay you well are hard to find,
Live on the border, girl, and you'll see what's defined.

Those at war have been fighting since way back when,
Turn off your TV, see what's happening in the den.
Kids in schools with guns, what's going on?
They said life in Mexico wasn't this withdrawn.

Girls with breasts already hooked on speed,
We're criminals, what did you expect to read?
I'm not ignorant for saying what's the truth,
Speaking my mind, even if it seems uncouth.

I'd like to see them all step into the fray,
They'd find out talking tough is not the way.
Things get tough, and then you know it's real,
They'll squeeze your throat until your fate is sealed.

I'd like to see them walk a mile in my shoes,
It's the consequence of jobs that we can't choose.
Jobs that pay you well are hard to find,
Live on the border, girl, and you'll see what's defined.