La Novela
Le tengo miedo a mi jefe
deceando que nunca regrese
esperando los dias pa' que nos deje
esto es ser encarcelado
para evitar una chinga me quedo callado
yo y mis hermanos estamos pintados
caminando de puntitas amenzados
aqui en esta casa no sirvo para nada
y ami jefa yo no la miro enamorada.
es testigo solo le brillan sus ojitos
ella llora por como sufren sus morritos
cuando nos ve en la casa se ve molesto
pero que hicimos para merecernos esto
el creo su destino y nos impuso
confundio la aficion con el abuso
si no nos quiere porque no se larga
y aver a quien mas la vida les amarga
pero yo ciego de tanta íra
le golpie hasta casi matarlo
y le dije te vas a la calle
ya no pienso seguirte aguantando
por las noches ya no duermo
y mis dias se hacen eternos
con este drama a las dos de la mañana
soy un chabalo y la neta tengo miedo
mi jefe convierto el cantón en un infierno
quien hiba a pensar que yo de chabalito
cuzara por mi mente romperle el ocico
nunca nos dio nada ni un pinshe abrazo
nomas de recuerdo me dejo los chingadasos
sus corajes desquitaba con mi madre
noche tras noche trataba de pegarle
cobardemente nos culpaba a nosotros
estabamos morros unos pinches mocosos
en la mañana tengo escuela
esta cabrón enfocarme porque el wey se me revela
caminando yo me animo
porque esta noche volvemos a los mismo.
allí estaba mi hijo tirado
habia muerto de hambre y de frio
en sus manos le haye dos monedas
que me traiba pa comprar mas vino.
Todos los domingos tengo una idea
para lo que mi jefa reza
entre nosotros no lo hablamos
pero el sentimiento es igual entre todos los hermanos
y ni quien nos ayude la fe se esta acabando
en ves de ser responsable
se esta emborrachando
no podemos seguir asi para siempre
y esto tiene que acabar ultimamente
de lunes a domingo
siempre es lo mismo tener que soportar
el mal del enemigo
veo cosas raras buenas y malas
me la paso en la calle pa evitar las batallas
voy a jugar con mis amigos, con andariegos
igual y esten pasando por lo mismo
peroyo no les cuento nada igual y en la escuela
se rian a carcajadas.
por borracho perdi yo ami hijo
y ami esposa que tanto adoraba
yo les quiero pedir a los padres
que no le hagan un mal a sus hijos.
The Novel
I'm afraid of my boss
hoping he never comes back
waiting for the days for him to leave
this is being imprisoned
to avoid a beating I stay quiet
my brothers and I are marked
walking on tiptoes threatened
here in this house I'm useless
and I don't look at my boss in love.
He's a witness, only his eyes shine
she cries for how her little ones suffer
when she sees us at home she looks upset
but what did we do to deserve this
he created his destiny and imposed it on us
confused the hobby with abuse
if he doesn't want us, why doesn't he leave
and see who else life makes bitter
but I, blind with so much anger
I hit him almost to death
and I told him to leave
I'm not going to keep putting up with you
at night I can't sleep anymore
and my days become eternal
with this drama at two in the morning
I'm a kid and honestly I'm scared
my boss turns the neighborhood into hell
who would have thought that I, as a kid
would think of hitting him
he never gave us anything, not even a damn hug
he just left me with the beatings as a memory
he took out his anger on my mother
every night he tried to hit her
cowardly he blamed us
we were kids, just some damn brats
in the morning I have school
it's hard to focus because the guy rebels against me
walking, I encourage myself
because tonight we go back to the same.
there was my son lying there
he had died of hunger and cold
in his hands I found two coins
that he had to buy more wine.
Every Sunday I have an idea
for what my boss prays
we don't talk about it among us
but the feeling is the same among all the siblings
and no one helps us, faith is running out
instead of being responsible
he's getting drunk
we can't go on like this forever
and this has to end eventually
from Monday to Sunday
it's always the same to endure
the evil of the enemy
I see strange things, good and bad
I spend my time on the street to avoid battles
I go play with my friends, with wanderers
maybe they're going through the same
but I don't tell them anything, maybe at school
they laugh out loud.
because of being drunk I lost my son
and my wife whom I adored so much
I want to ask parents
not to harm their children.
Escrita por: Sergio Gómez / Francisco Gomez / Jesús Armenta