La Tamalera
Iba yo en mi camioneta
Un domingo por la tarde
Vi en la esquina una carreta
Una mujer vendía tamales
Estaba cabrón el Sol
Pero más cabrón el hambre
Cuando vi la luz en verde
Avancé muy pensativo
Me quedé viendo al espejo
Algo había presentido
Vi que se acercó una moto
Y alguien le enseño un cuchillo
La tamalera con las manos levantadas
Miró como se llevaban
El dinero que con tanto sacrificio se ganaba
La comida de sus hijos que en su casa la esperaba
Me hirvió la sangre
No me pude quedar quieto
No tarde pa' detenerlo
Con la super en la frente
Antes de mandarlo al infierno
Lo llevé a pedir disculpas
Y a regresar lo ajeno
Miré, señora
Aquí está quién le ha robado
Usted diga que le hacemos
De una vez lo despachamos
Porque no merece menos
Y le destapé la cara
Y ella no podía creerlo
Lloraba fuerte
El ratero era su hijo
Para mantener sus vicios
Asaltó a su santa madre
Y pisoteó sus sacrificios
Por favor, no le haga nada
Yo merezco este castigo
Por no saberlo educarte
Hijo malagradecido
The Tamale Vendor
I was in my truck
One Sunday afternoon
I saw a cart on the corner
A woman was selling tamales
The Sun was intense
But hunger was even more intense
When I saw the green light
I moved forward thoughtfully
I looked in the mirror
I had sensed something
I saw a motorcycle approaching
And someone showed a knife
The tamale vendor with her hands raised
Watched as they took away
The money earned with so much sacrifice
The food for her children waiting at home
My blood boiled
I couldn't stay still
I didn't hesitate to stop it
With the gun on his forehead
Before sending him to hell
I made him apologize
And return what he had stolen
I looked, ma'am
Here is the one who robbed you
You tell us what to do
We can finish him off now
Because he deserves no less
And I uncovered his face
And she couldn't believe it
She cried loudly
The thief was her son
To feed his vices
He robbed his own mother
And trampled on her sacrifices
Please, don't do anything to him
I deserve this punishment
For not knowing how to raise you
Ungrateful son