Mi Sangre Prisionera
Sentí que el alma me explotaba en mil pedazos
Abrí los brazos para poderlo abrazar
Lo vi tan lindo jugueteando en mi regazo
Sentí que el llanto me empezaba a traicionar
Tras de las rejas, me miraba con cariño
Ya no era un niño, era todo un criminal
Perdí la vida enredado en los negocios
Fueron mis socios, la locura y la ambición
No tuve tiempo de jugar con él un poco
Ni cultivarle con amor su corazón
Me lo educaron por las calles poco a poco
Me lo entregaron con diploma de prisión
Cómo quisiera regresarlo quince años
Y que su celda, le pudiera derrumbar
Cómo me duele ver mi sangre prisionera
Como una fiera, caminar por el penal
Siento en el alma los reproches de su madre
Él no es culpable y yo soy el criminal
(¿Dónde ha quedado mi niño?
Cuando me pidió cariño
No le abrí mi corazón
Nunca lo llevé a la escuela
Poco lo arrullé en mis brazos
Tampoco le di el abrazo el día de su graduación
Hice mi Dios del dinero
Y al hijo que tanto quiero, lo hice fiera de prisión
¿De qué me sirvió el dinero?
Si termine limosnero
Mendigando por mi hijo, compasión)
Cómo quisiera regresarlo quince años
Y que su celda, le pudiera derrumbar
Cómo me duele ver mi sangre prisionera
Como una fiera caminar por el penal
Siento en el alma los reproches de su madre
Él no es culpable y yo soy el criminal
My Imprisoned Blood
I felt like my soul was exploding into a thousand pieces
I opened my arms to be able to hug him
I saw him so cute playing in my lap
I felt like the tears were starting to betray me
Behind bars, he looked at me affectionately
He was no longer a child, he was a full-on criminal
I lost my life tangled up in business
My partners were madness and ambition
I didn't have time to play with him a little
Or to nurture his heart with love
They raised him on the streets little by little
They handed him over with a prison diploma
How I wish I could turn back fifteen years
And that his cell could collapse on him
How it hurts me to see my blood imprisoned
Like a beast, walking through the prison
I feel in my soul the reproaches of his mother
He's not guilty and I'm the criminal
(Where has my child gone?
When he asked me for affection
I didn't open my heart to him
I never took him to school
I rarely rocked him in my arms
I didn't even give him a hug on his graduation day
I made money my god
And the son I love so much, I turned into a prison beast
What good was the money to me?
If I ended up a beggar
Begging for compassion for my son)
How I wish I could turn back fifteen years
And that his cell could collapse on him
How it hurts me to see my blood imprisoned
Like a beast, walking through the prison
I feel in my soul the reproaches of his mother
He's not guilty and I'm the criminal