Le Compré La Muerte A Mi Hijo
Nomás al pisarle el gas
rugía el motor arreglado,
impecable su pintura,
de todo bien equipado
Nomás hablar le faltaba,
Coro:
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 yo a mi hijo,
Coro:
la muerte le había comprado
solo tenía quince años,
se le notaba en la cara,
cuando lo veía en su camaro
yo le miraba las alas
mi pollo no tenía plumas
Coro:
y yo quería que volara.
un domingo en la mañana
todo parecía alegría
de pronto me comunican,
lo que jamás pensaría,
en un accidente víal,
Coro:
junior estaba sin vida.
Talvez yo tuve la culpa,
por darle todo en la vida,
no quería que le faltara,
lo que a mi edad no tenía,
si dios nos mando sin alas,
Coro:
yo pa' que se los ponía.
Las cosas tienen su tiempo,
y yo lo lleve temprano,
por querer tanto a los hijos,
algunos padres fallamos,
en lugar de darles todo,
Coro:
porque no los preparamos.
Solo tenía quince años,
se le notaba en la cara,
cuando lo veía en su camaro,
yo le miraba las alas,
mi pollo no tenía plumas,
Coro:
y yo quería que volara.
I Bought Death for My Son
Just by stepping on the gas
the engine roared, fixed,
impeccable its paint,
fully equipped with everything
It just lacked talking,
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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 I,
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had bought death for my son
he was only fifteen 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
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and I wanted him to fly.
one Sunday morning
everything seemed joyful
suddenly I was informed,
of what I would never think of,
in a traffic accident,
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Junior was lifeless.
Maybe I was to blame,
for giving him everything in life,
I didn't want him to lack,
what I didn't have at his age,
if God sent us without wings,
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why would I put them on him.
Things have their time,
and I took him early,
for loving children so much,
some parents fail,
instead of giving them everything,
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why don't we prepare them.
He was only fifteen 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,
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and I wanted him to fly.