Текст и перевод песни Los Cadetes De Linares - Le Compre La Muerte A Mi Hijo

Le Compre La Muerte A Mi Hijo

Nomás' al pisarle el gas
Rugía el motor arreglado
Impecable su pintura
Con todo bien equipado
Nomás hablar le faltaba
Aquel hermoso camaro

A junior se lo compre
Que anduviera bien montado
Cuando se paseaba en el
Era la envidia del barrio
Nunca pensé que yo a mi hijo
La muerte le había comprado

Solo tenía 15 años
Se le notaba en la cara
Cuando lo veía en su camaro
Yo le miraba las alas
Mi pollo no tenía plumas
Y yo quería que volará

Un domingo en la mañana
Todo parecía alegría
De pronto me comunican
Lo que jamás pensaría
En un accidente vial
Junior estaba sin vida

Tal vez yo tuve la culpa
Por darle todo en la vida
No quería que le faltara
Lo que a esa edad no tenía
Si Dios nos mando sin alas
Yo pa' que se los ponía

Las cosas tienen su tiempo
Y yo lo lleve temprano
Por querer tanto a los hijos
Algunos padres fallamos
En lugar de darles todo
Porque no los preparamos

Solo tenía 15 años
Se le notaba en la cara
Cuando lo veía en su camaro
Yo le miraba las alas
Mi pollo no tenía plumas
Y yo quería que volará

I Bought Death for My Son

As soon as I stepped on the gas
The repaired engine roared
Its paint was impeccable
With everything well-equipped
All that was missing was speech
That beautiful Camaro

I bought it for Junior
So that he could ride well
When he paraded around in it
He was the envy of the neighborhood
I never thought that I had bought my son
Death

He was only 15 years old
You could see it on his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My little chick didn't have feathers
And I wanted him to fly

One Sunday morning
Everything seemed joyful
All of a sudden they tell me
What I would never have imagined
In a car accident
Junior was dead

Perhaps it was my fault
For giving him everything in life
I didn't want him to lack
What I didn't have at that age
If God sent us without wings
Why did I put them on him?

Things have their time
And I took him too soon
By loving your children so much
Some parents make mistakes
Instead of giving them everything
Why don't we prepare them?

He was only 15 years old
You could see it on his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My little chick didn't have feathers
And I wanted him to fly