Текст и перевод песни Roberto Tapia - El Muchacho - Tololoche Version

El Muchacho - Tololoche Version

Siempre elegante se le vio al muchacho
No perdió el estilo ni estando encerrado
Se le notaba que estaba enojado
Su mirada firme lo avían traicionado
Los que una ves comieron de su mano

La vida sigue esto aquí no acaba
Porque también ganare esta batalla
Padre querido tu sigue adelante
Cuida a mis hijos & a toda mi sangre
Y madre yo ati ya quisiera abrazarte

Disque del gobierno y eran de mi gente
Y agentes de la dea yo fui su jefe
Les quite el hambre por muchos años
Y aunque estaban llenos me traicionaron
Pero también pagaran su pecado

& Hay le va para toda mi gente de puritito Culiacán Sinaloa y que siga la mata dando plebes Ajajayyyy

Me duele mucho estar encerrado
Pero mas me duele no estar a tu lado
Ati Vicentito de veras te extraño
Y allá desde el cielo tu me estas cuidando
Y aunque ya no estés hijo yo te amo

Siempre desde niño admire a mi padre
Por ser tan humilde también respetable
Hermanos queridos cuiden siempre al viejo
Abrásenlo mucho por que yo no puedo
& Siempre recuerden lo mucho que los quiero

Rancho en puerto rico en mi yo te llevo
También el salado pronto nos veremos
Y a toda mi gente ténganlo presente
Que dios los bendiga y nos cuide siempre
Reciban de aquí saludos de Vicente.

The Guy - Tololoche Version

The guy was always stylish
He didn't lose his style even when he was locked up
You could tell he was angry
His firm gaze had betrayed him
Those who once ate from his hand

Life goes on, this doesn't end here
Because I will also win this battle
Dear father, you keep going
Take care of my children & all my blood
And mother, I wish I could hug you now

Apparently from the government and they were my people
And agents of the DEA I was their boss
I took away their hunger for many years
And even though they were full they betrayed me
But they will also pay for their sin

& And there it goes for all my people from the pure Culiacán Sinaloa and may the plant keep giving you plebes Ajajayyyy

It hurts me a lot to be locked up
But it hurts me more not to be by your side
Vicentito, I really miss you
And up there in heaven you are watching over me
And even though you're gone, my son, I love you

Since I was a child, I have always admired my father
For being so humble and also respectable
My dear brothers, always take care of the old man
Hug him a lot because I can't
& Always remember how much I love you

Ranch in Puerto Rico, I take you there with me
Also Salado, we'll see each other soon
And to all my people, keep this in mind
May God bless you and always take care of us
Receive greetings from Vicente here.