Текст и перевод песни Roberto Tapia - El Muchacho

El Muchacho

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 Boy

The young man was always seen elegant
He didn't lose his style even when he was locked up
It was obvious that 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 win this battle too
Dear father, you keep going
Take care of my children and all my blood
And mother, I already want to hold you in my arms

They were supposed to be from the government and they were from my people
And DEA agents, 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

& There it goes for all my people from pure Culiacán Sinaloa and may the party continue giving, plebes Ajajayyyy

It hurts a lot to be locked up
But it hurts more not to be by your side
Vicentito, I miss you so much
And there from heaven you are looking after me
And even though you are no longer here, son, I love you

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

Rancho in Puerto Rico, I take you in my
Also el salado, we will soon see each other
And to all my people, keep it in mind
May God bless you and always take care of us
Receive greetings from Vicente from here.