395px

I Bought Death for My Son

Beto Quintanilla

Le Compre La Muerte A Mi Hijo

Nomás al pisarle el gas
Rugia el motor arreglado
Impecable su pintura
De todo bien equipado
Nomás hablar le faltaba
Aquel hermoso Camaro
A junior se lo compre
Que anduviera bien montado
Cuando se paseaba en el
Era la envidia del barrio
Nunca pensé que ami hijo
La muerte le había comprado

Solo tenía 15 años
Se le notaba en la cara
Cuando lo vi en su Camaro
Yo le miraba las alas
Mi pollo no tenía plumas
Y yo quería que volara

Un domingo en la mañana
Todo parecía alegría
De pronto me comunican lo que jamás pensaria
En un accidente vial
Mi junior estaba sin vida
Tal vez yo tube la culpa
Por darle todo en la vida
No quería que le faltara
Lo que a su edad no tenía
Si Dios lo mando sin alas
Yo pa' que se las ponia
Las cosas tienen su tiempo
Y yo lo lleve temprano
Por querer tanto alos hijos
Algunos padres fallamos
En lugar de darles todo
Por que no los preparamos

Solo tenía 15 años
Se le notaba en la cara
Cuando lo vi en su Camaro
Yo le miraba las alas
Mi pollo no tenía plumas
Y yo quería que volara

I Bought Death for My Son

Just by stepping on the gas
The engine roared, fixed
Impeccable paint
Fully equipped
He just needed to talk
That beautiful Camaro
I bought it for my son
So he could ride well
When he drove it
He was the envy of the neighborhood
I never thought that my son
Had bought death

He was only 15 years old
It showed on his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My chick didn't have feathers
And I wanted him to fly

One Sunday morning
Everything seemed joyful
Suddenly I was informed of what I never thought
In a car accident
My son was lifeless
Maybe I was to blame
For giving him everything in life
I didn't want him to lack
What he didn't have at his age
If God sent him without wings
Why would I put them on him?
Things have their time
And I took him early
For loving my children so much
Some parents fail
Instead of giving them everything
Why don't we prepare them?

He was only 15 years old
It showed on his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My chick didn't have feathers
And I wanted him to fly

Escrita por: Beto Quintanilla