Текст и перевод песни Haragán y Cia - El No Lo Mato

El No Lo Mato

Se le hizo fácil
se le hizo fácil
y es que nada en la vida
es fácil,
desenfundo su puñal
y se dispuso a robar
una gran tienda
de abastos popular.
Solo tenía diecisiete años
bien vividos
mal vividos, que se yo.
Todo iba saliendo de maravilla
para ser la primera vez
no estaba tan mal.
Entró a la tienda:
sacó el puñal
y dijo en voz alta:
esto es un atraco
aflojen la lana o se morirán.
Todo iba saliendo bien
corrio de la tienda
a toda velocidad
con el dinero en las manos
con su futuro en sus manos
se dispuso a escapar.
Cruzó la gran avenida
sin parar
ya casi la iba a librar
cuando cerré los ojos
se oyó un disparo
parecía un cañón
como un monstruo
la vida le arrebató.
El juego había terminado ya
una bala le perforó el corazón.
Aquel policia, señor
se gano un ascenso
y una medalla al valor.
El lo asesinó,
era un niño
jugando al ladrón
sólo tenía 17 años
bien vividos,
mal vividos, que se yo.
El lo asesinó
sin sentido y sin razón
por un puñado de billetes
se los hubiera dado yo.
Su cuerpecillo
yacía en la acera
y el dineró
el viento se lo llevó.
Sin sentido y sin razón
todo fue un error
un estupido error.
Padres, cuiden a sus hijos
no les vaya a pasar
lo que les cuento yo.
Maldita sea la hora
en que se descarrió.
Maldito sea el mto.
en que se maleó...
Ay que policia, señor
el no lo mató
fue la misma sociedad
y el medio
en el que se desarrolló.
El no lo mató,
fue el medio, sus padres
sus amigos, la necesidad
sus ansias, que se yo.
Sin sentido y sin razón

He Didn't Kill Him

It was easy for him
it was easy for him
and it's that nothing in life
is easy,
he unsheathed his dagger
and prepared to rob
a large grocery
store.
He was only seventeen years old
well lived
badly lived, who knows.
Everything was going wonderfully
for being the first time
it wasn't so bad.
He entered the store:
he took out the dagger
and said out loud:
this is a holdup
hand over the money or you'll die.
Everything was going well
he ran from the store
at full speed
with the money in his hands
with his future in his hands
he set out to escape.
He crossed the big avenue
without stopping
he was almost going to get away
when I closed my eyes
a shot was heard
it sounded like a cannon
like a monster
life was taken from him.
The game was over now
a bullet pierced his heart.
That policeman, sir
earned a promotion
and a medal of valor.
He murdered him,
he was a child
playing at being a thief
he was only 17 years old
well lived,
badly lived, who knows.
He murdered him
senselessly and without reason
for a handful of bills
I would have given them to him.
His little body
lay on the sidewalk
and the money
the wind carried it away.
Senselessly and without reason
it was all a mistake
a stupid mistake.
Parents, take care of your children
so that what I'm telling you
doesn't happen to them,
Cursed be the hour
when he went astray.
Cursed be the moment
when he became wicked...
Oh what a policeman, sir
he didn't kill him
it was society itself
and the environment
in which he grew up.
He didn't kill him,
it was the environment, his parents
his friends, the need
his desires, who knows.
Senselessly and without reason