Текст и перевод песни TREN LOKOTE feat. Bear Busby - Perdón

Perdón

Esta es una historia que no quisiera contar
Es imposible olvidar y duele tanto el recordar
Sigue clavado en mi pecho, creo que un día puede explotar
¿Quieren rap real? Perfecto, vamos a empezar

Era el 2009, yo comenzaba a rapear
El alcohol y los excesos no me dejaban pensar
Cada que salía de casa, mi ma′ empezaba a rezar
Sabía el día que salía, mas no cuándo iba a regresar

Y es que mi rutina era andar bien loco, de fiesta
Mucha droga, mucha calle, hasta dormir en la banqueta
Y a si perdí 10 años de mi vida en lo más hondo
Cuando quise reaccionar, estaba tirado en el fondo

Pobreza toda una vida, la enfermedad de mi padre
Madrugadas largas fueron las lágrimas de mi madre
Aquella noche triste bailé tango con la muerte
No sabía que, entre loqueras, un día cambiaría mi suerte

Aquel día, jefita, recuerdo lo que dijiste:
"M'hijo no te tardes que tu padre está muy triste
No ha comido, no tiene hambre, solo ha estado allí, callado
No vayas con tus amigos, mejor, quédate a su lado"

"Tengo un compromiso, jefa, yo ya había quedado
Voy nomás un rato y me regreso, no me tardo"
"Lleva tu teléfono para poder marcarte
Madre, no lo tengo; lo perdí en el restaurante"

Aquel trágico día creía que la noche era mía
Pasar el rato en grande era el único que sabía
Cuando se acabó el alcohol, fuimos por más, todavía
Noche y día, bajo efectos fueron pasando los días

Aquel negro día, ya no sabía ni lo que hacía
Ni del alcohol que me bebía, ni la droga que me metía
Loqueando con mis homies y con rucas que ni conocía
Recuerdo darme un pase con un pinche policía

Salí pa′ tomar aire con un cigarro en la mano
Sin saber si andaba pedo, cocaíno o marihuano
Son las 12 de la noche, todavía es algo temprano
Llegó una pick up al barde y ya bajan mis dos hermanos

"A poco andan de fiesta, caigan que esto está empezando"
("Carnal, es mi jefito y la jefa te está buscando")
"Carnal, ¿qué está pasando?" ("¡Mírate, andas bien perico!")
"Pero, ¿cómo está mi jefe?" ("Súbete, yo allá te explico")

La vista se me nubló, un homie me acompañó
Lo que me dijo mi madre en mi cabeza vueltas dio
Mi compa' me palmeó, me dijo "cálmate, carnal
Ahorita llegando lo miras en el hospital"

Quiero ver a mi padre, decirle algo importante
Algo que, por loco, nunca se lo ha dicho antes
Si pudiera regresarme días atrás para abrazarte
El vicio me hizo necio y eso es lo que más me parte

Comencemos con el lado más triste de la canción
La vida me castigó sin ninguna compasión
Con los ojos cerrados, tal vez, dije alguna oración
Pidiendo por mi padre, por su recuperación

Hablando con Dios cosas que salen del corazón
Sé bien que en mi argumento esta vez no tengo razón
La troca se detuvo acabando con mi ilusión
Al ver que aquello era la entrada a la sala de velación

El tiempo se detuvo y ya solo hubo confusión
Mi madre, llorando, dijo: "¿dónde es que estabas, cabrón?
Tenemos días buscándote sin rumbo y dirección
Tu padre murió antier; el pinche cáncer lo venció"

"Esta mañana ya es la misa y seguirá su cremación
Ve a verlo antes, ahí está bien quietecito en su cajón"
"Madre, no pude contarle, no pude explicarle"
(Pero, ¿qué querías decirle?) Le quería pedir perdón

Forgiveness

This is a story I wish I didn't have to tell
It's impossible to forget and remembering hurts so much
It's still stuck in my chest, I think it might explode one day
You want real rap? Perfect, let's begin

It was 2009, I was starting to rap
Alcohol and excesses wouldn't let me think
Every time I left the house, my mom would start to pray
She knew the day I left, but not when I would return

My routine was to be crazy, partying
Lots of drugs, lots of streets, even sleeping on the sidewalk
And so I lost 10 years of my life in the deepest depths
When I wanted to react, I was lying at the bottom

Poverty all my life, my father's illness
Long nights were my mother's tears
That sad night I danced tango with death
I didn't know that, among the crazy things, one day my luck would change

That day, jefita, I remember what you said:
"My son, don't be late, your father is very sad
He hasn't eaten, he's not hungry, he's just been there, quiet
Don't go with your friends, better stay by his side"

"I have a commitment, jefa, I already agreed
I'm just going for a little while and I'll be back, I won't be long"
"Take your phone so I can call you
Mom, I don't have it; I lost it at the restaurant"

That tragic day I thought the night was mine
Having a great time was the only thing I knew
When the alcohol ran out, we went for more, still
Night and day, under the influence, the days were passing

That dark day, I didn't even know what I was doing
Neither the alcohol I was drinking nor the drugs I was taking
Going crazy with my homies and with chicks I didn't even know
I remember doing a line with a damn cop

I went out to get some air with a cigarette in my hand
Not knowing if I was drunk, cocaine or marijuana
It's 12 at night, it's still a bit early
A pickup truck arrived at the wall and my two brothers are already getting out

"Are you guys partying? Come on, this is just starting"
("Bro, it's my dad and mom is looking for you")
"Bro, what's going on?" ("Look at you, you're so high!")
"But how is my dad?" ("Get in, I'll explain it to you there")

My vision blurred, a homie accompanied me
What my mother told me made my head spin
My buddy patted me, he said "calm down, bro
You'll see him at the hospital when we get there"

I want to see my father, tell him something important
Something that, because I was crazy, I never told him before
If I could go back days to hug you
The vice made me stubborn and that's what breaks me the most

Let's start with the saddest part of the song
Life punished me without any compassion
With my eyes closed, maybe I said a prayer
Asking for my father, for his recovery

Talking to God things that come from the heart
I know well that in my argument this time I am not right
The truck stopped, ending my illusion
Seeing that it was the entrance to the funeral home

Time stood still and there was only confusion
My mother, crying, said: "Where were you, asshole?
We've been looking for you for days without direction
Your father died the day before yesterday; the damn cancer beat him"

"This morning is the mass and his cremation will follow
Go see him before, he's there, very still in his coffin"
"Mom, I couldn't tell him, I couldn't explain"
(But what did you want to tell him?) I wanted to ask for his forgiveness