Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Garron, artist - Karamelo Santo. Album song Haciendo Bulla, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 04.11.2016
Record label: Fonarte Latino
Song language: Spanish
El Garron(original) |
Estaba en el barrio |
Pensando en nada |
En la vereda fumando chala |
Cuando de pronto mamita cayó |
La cana… |
Y entraron en la casa como si nada |
Rompieron la puerta |
A las patadas |
Entraron a los golpes |
Oye sin decir nada… |
Guarda que es el comando! |
Como de costumbre |
Como sucede en los barrios |
Entran siempre castigando |
De parte del comisario… |
Buscando un fierro |
Que claro no encontraron |
Lo triste es que una madre |
Se ha quedado llorando… |
Salió una señora muy asustada |
Llorando por su hijo que lo llevaban |
El ojo 'e la justicia lo acusaba… |
De un gran asalto a la madrugada… |
Y los niños preguntan… |
Los que reventaron eran «la brigada» |
Pedían el fierro a las trompadas |
Cuando su padre dijo: |
-mierda, acá no hay nada… |
-no hay nada!.. |
Ellos se reían lo rebajaban |
A esa hora por la noche |
Se oyó una bala |
Había sido el padre que se ha matado! |
Con el mismo fierro que la noche anterior… |
El había acobachado |
Y es que el barrio esta salado… |
Y es costumbre andar calzado |
Y quien lo hubiera imaginado… |
Que la brigada te rompa la puerta |
Que a tu casa la den vuelta |
Y que del echo que te acusen |
No sea tuya la boleta… |
Y ahora estoy en la misma esquina |
Y siento el dolor de esa familia |
Un padre muerto y un hijo preso |
Por un delito que yo he cometido |
Para donde hay que ir? |
Y los niños preguntan… |
Y nadie responde… |
Yo que creía ser el más pulenta |
El más peligroso |
Con un fierro en la mano |
Ahora sé que todo puede terminar |
En un calabozo… |
Nada gracioso |
Dejando a la mujer que me dio la vida |
Sufriendo y llorando |
Hay que vergonzoso!.. yo no soy policía |
Me dicen criminal… |
Pero yo a nadie nunca le he querido hacer mal… |
(En el barrio de mi casa |
Los niños preguntan |
Y como siempre… nadie responde.) |
Busca la verdad, busca la libertad… |
Apriétala fuerte, no la dejes escapar |
Te lo dicen desde aquí, desde la oscuridad… |
No se paga con nada |
La libertad… |
(translation) |
I was in the neighborhood |
thinking of nothing |
On the sidewalk smoking chala |
When suddenly mommy fell |
The grey hair… |
And they entered the house as if nothing |
they broke the door |
to the kicks |
They entered the blows |
Hey without saying anything... |
Save that is the command! |
As usual |
As it happens in the neighborhoods |
They always enter punishing |
From the Commissioner... |
Looking for an iron |
Of course they did not find |
The sad thing is that a mother |
She has been crying... |
A very scared lady came out |
Crying for her son from her who was carrying him |
The eye of justice accused him... |
From a great assault at dawn... |
And the children ask... |
Those who burst were "the brigade" |
They asked for the iron to the punches |
When his father said of him: |
Shit, there's nothing here... |
-there is nothing!.. |
They laughed they put him down |
At that time at night |
a bullet was heard |
It had been the father who killed himself! |
With the same iron as the night before... |
he had squatted |
And the neighborhood is salty… |
And it is customary to wear shoes |
And who would have imagined... |
Let the brigade break your door |
Turn your house upside down |
And that of the fact that they accuse you |
The ballot is not yours... |
And now I'm on the same corner |
And I feel the pain of that family |
A dead father and an imprisoned son |
For a crime that I have committed |
Where do you have to go? |
And the children ask... |
And no one answers... |
I who thought I was the most polished |
The most dangerous |
With an iron in hand |
Now I know that everything can end |
In a dungeon… |
nothing funny |
Leaving the woman who gave me life |
suffering and crying |
It's embarrassing!... I'm not a police officer |
They call me a criminal... |
But I have never wanted to harm anyone... |
(In the neighborhood of my house |
the children ask |
And as always… no one answers.) |
Seek the truth, seek freedom... |
Squeeze it tight, don't let it slip away |
They tell you from here, from the darkness... |
It is not paid with anything |
Freedom… |