Текст и перевод песни Joan Y Su Elite - Historia Del Este

Historia Del Este

Historias grabadas desde el este yo les traigo
Rojo es el color que siempre ha predominado
Sabemos que en la vida el destino no te avisa
Con altas y bajas pero la frente pa' arriba
Rayas de respeto, son medallas en mi cuerpo
Pues me las gané cuando me encontraba preso
Pasa y pasa el tiempo y en el barrio fui aprendiendo
A no ser dejado, yo siempre he sido de huevos
Los contras se arrimaban, siempre en bola nos llegaban
Salían corriendo, pues soy riata pa' las armas
Tiros me pegaron, ya me daban por tumbado
Calibre 38, varias balas penetraron
El fierro manoteamos el regalo regresamos
Tumbamos la puerta de emergencia la libramos
Como son las cosas el destino está muy claro
Con el 27 desde entonces navegamos
5.7 el motor muy bien se siente
Andando por las calles se ve el arma imponente
Nunca me confío el retrovisor reviso
Siempre ando bien arisco por si hay algo en el camino
Adelante positivo
Y decidido voy
Forjando mi destino.
Años ya pasaron los recuerdos no se borran
También los consejos que formaron mi persona
Se me adelantaron pero arriba nos miramos
A mis jefecitos que Dios los tenga en su gloria
Sobran las historias, pero no les cuento todas
En bocas cerradas dicen que no entran las moscas
Seré reservado no me gusta mucho el ruido
No son cuentos, son historias del este venimos
Ya cambié las gangas y he dejado las pandillas
Saludos a los sureños los homies de la escuelita
Una veladora pa' San Judas que me cuida
No piensen que soy ateo soy devoto y se me mira
Siempre firme, somos serios y constantes
A lado Del negociante.

History of the East

I'm bringing you stories recorded from the East.
Red is the color that has always prevailed.
We know that in life, fate doesn't warn you.
With ups and downs, but with your head held high.
Stripes of respect, are medals on my body.
Because I earned them when I was imprisoned.
Time passes and passes, and I learned in the neighborhood.
Not to be left behind, I've always been a tough guy.
The opponents would come close, they always came in a group.
They would run away, because I'm a riata for weapons.
They shot at me, they thought I was down.
Caliber 38, several bullets penetrated.
We grabbed the iron, we returned the gift.
We knocked down the emergency door, we escaped.
As things are, fate is very clear.
With the 27, we've been sailing ever since.
5.7, the engine feels great.
Walking down the streets, you can see the imposing weapon.
I never trust, I check the rearview mirror.
I'm always on edge, in case there's something in the way.
Positive ahead.
And I'm determined to go.
Forging my destiny.
Years have passed, memories don't fade.
Also the advice that shaped my personality.
They got ahead of me, but we look up at each other.
To my bosses, may God have them in his glory.
There are plenty of stories, but I won't tell you all of them.
They say flies don't enter closed mouths.
I'll be reserved, I don't like noise very much.
These are not stories, they are stories from the East, we come from.
I've traded gangs and left gangs.
Greetings to the southerners, the homies from the school.
A candle for Saint Jude, who protects me.
Don't think I'm an atheist, I'm devout, and you can see it.
Always firm, we are serious and constant.
Alongside the businessman.