Текст и перевод песни Los Tigres del Norte - 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
De todo bien equipado
Nomás hablar le faltaba
A aquel hermoso Camaro

A Junior se lo compré
Que anduviera bien montado
Cuando se paseaba en él
Era la envidia del barrio
Nunca pensé que yo a mijo
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 volara

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 mi edad no tenía
Si Dios nos mandó sin alas
¿Yo pa qué se las ponía?

Las cosas tienen su tiempo
Y yo lo llevé temprano
Porque querer tanto a los hijos
Algunos padres fallamos
En lugar de darles todo
¿Por qué 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 volara

I Bought Death For My Son

Just by stepping on the gas
The tuned-up engine roared
Impeccable paint job
Fully equipped
It only lacked the ability to speak
That beautiful Camaro

I bought it for Junior
So he could ride in style, my dear
When he cruised around in it
He was the envy of the neighborhood
I never thought that for my son
I had bought his death

He was only 15 years old
You could see it in his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I saw wings on him, my love
My chick had no feathers
And I wanted him to fly

One Sunday morning
Everything seemed joyful
Suddenly they tell me
What I would never have thought
In a car accident
Junior was lifeless

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

Things have their time
And I rushed him too soon
Because by loving our children so much
Some parents, we fail
Instead of giving them everything
Why don't we prepare them?

He was only 15 years old
You could see it in his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I saw wings on him, my love
My chick had no feathers
And I wanted him to fly