Translation of the song lyrics El Muchacho - Roberto Tapia

El Muchacho (original)

Siempre elegante se le vio al muchacho
No perdió el estilo ni estando encerrado
Se le notaba que estaba enojado
Su mirada firme lo habían traicionado
Los que una ves comieron de su mano
La vida sigue esto aquí no acaba
Porque también ganare esta batalla
Padre querido tu sigue adelante
Cuida a mis hijos y a toda mi sangre
Y madre yo a ti ya quisiera abrazarte
Disque del gobierno y eran de mi gente
De agentes de la dea yo fui su jefe
Les quite el hambre por muchos años
Y aunque estaban llenos me traicionaron
Pero también pagaran su pecado
Hay le va para toda mi gente de puritito
Culiacán Sinaloa y que siga la mata dando plebes
Me duele mucho estar encerrado
Pero mas me duele no estar a tu lado
A ti Vicentito de veras te extraño
Y allá desde el cielo tu me estas cuidando
Y aunque ya no estés hijo yo te amo
Siempre desde niño admire a mi padre
Por ser tan humilde también respetable
Hermanos queridos cuiden siempre al viejo
Abrásenlo mucho por que yo no puedo
Y siempre recuerden lo mucho que los quiero
Rancho en Puerto Rico en mi yo te llevo
También El Salado pronto nos veremos
Y a toda mi gente ténganlo presente
Que Dios los bendiga y los cuide siempre
Reciban de aquí saludos de Vicente

(translation)

Always elegant the boy was seen
He didn't lose style even when he was locked up
He could tell that he was angry
Her steady gaze on him had betrayed him
Those who once ate from his hand
Life goes on this here does not end
Because I will also win this battle
Dear father you go ahead
Take care of my children and all my blood
And mother I would like to hug you
Government dial and they belonged to my people
From DEA agents I was their boss
I took away their hunger for many years
And although they were full they betrayed me
But they will also pay for their sin
There is a le for all my people from puritito
Culiacán Sinaloa and let the kills continue giving plebes
It hurts a lot to be locked up
But it hurts me more not to be by your side
I really miss you Vicentito
And there from heaven you are taking care of me
And although you are no longer son I love you
Ever since I was a child I admired my father
For being so humble also respectable
Dear brothers always take care of the old
Hug him a lot because I can't
And always remember how much I love you
Ranch in Puerto Rico in me I'll take you
Also El Salado soon see you
And to all my people keep it in mind
May God bless you and take care of you always
Receive from here greetings from Vicente