Текст и перевод песни Los Tigres del Norte - Le Compre La Muerte A Mi Hijo

Le Compre La Muerte A Mi Hijo

No mas al pisarle el gas
Rugia el motor arreglado
Impecable su pintura
De todo bien equipado
No mas hablar le faltaba
A aquel hermoso Camaro
A junior se lo compre
Que anduviera bien montado
Cuando se pasiaba en el
Era la envidiadel barrio
Nunca pensé que yo a mijo
La muerte le habia comprado
Solo tenía quince años
Se le notaba en la cara
Cuando lo veía en su Camaro
Yo le miraban las alas
Mi pollo no tenia plumas
Y yo queria qe volará
Un domigo 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 queria que le faltará
Lo que a mi edad no tenía
Si Dios nos mando sin alas
Yo pa′ que 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
Porqe no los preparamos
Solo tenía quince años
Se le notaba en la cara
Cuando lo veía en su Camaro
Yo le miraban las alas
Mi pollo no tenía plumas
Y yo queria que volará

I Bought Death for My Son

As soon as he hit the gas
The fixed engine roared
Its paint was impeccable
Equipped with everything
All it needed was the ability to speak
That beautiful Camaro
I bought it for Junior
So he could ride in style
When he drove around in it
He was the envy of the neighborhood
I never thought I'd buy my son
Death
He was only fifteen
You could see it in his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My chick didn't have any feathers
And I wanted him to fly
One Sunday morning
Everything seemed cheerful
Suddenly, I was told
What I would never have thought
In a car accident
Junior was dead
Maybe it was my fault
For giving him everything in life
I didn't want him to go without
What I didn't have at his age
If God sends us without wings
Why did I give them to him?
Things come in their own time
And I rushed him
Because loving our children too much
Some of us parents make mistakes
Instead of giving them everything
Why don't we prepare them?
He was only fifteen
You could see it in his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My chick didn't have any feathers
And I wanted him to fly