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Tres Minutos Con Mi Madre by El Tigrillo Palma (original lyric)
Pido tres minuto, pa’ hablar con mi madre,
Sentado en mi celda aquí en San Quintín,
Yo quiero explicarle, porque fui un mal hijo,
Y toda la vida, yo te hice sufrir,
Maldita pobreza, tú me debes una,
Siempre se escogiste donde yo iba a vivir,
A lo peor del barrio, ahí me aventabas,
Porque te gustaba, mirarme sufrir…
Tuve que ser gallo, perdóname madre,
Nunca fui un cobarde, y te consta a ti,
Tuve que amarrarme, con gallos muy bravos,
Y entre la batalla, ya no piense en ti,
Cárcel del condado, también te conozco,
Yo desde muchacho, no salía de ahí,
Y en aquella sala, entre tanta visita,
Mi padre y mi madre, lloraron por mí.
(Música)
De un dicho a un hecho, pasaron los años,
Y ahora por un pleito, me tienen aquí,
Yo grite en la corte, y le dije al jurado,
Si no lo mataba el, me mataba a mí,
Últimas palabras, dijo el carcelero,
Y con sentimiento, nos dijo Joaquín,
Reporten mi cuerpo, a mi rancho querido,
Que desde muy chico, no salía de ahí…
Y si hay otra vida, diosito querido,
Déjeme mi rancho, pa’ ser muy feliz,
Prefiero ser pobre, y no arrancar pal norte,
Y aunque entre las celdas, volverme a podrir.
Tres Minutos Con Mi Madre by El Tigrillo Palma (english translation)
I ask three minutes, pa ?? talk to my mother,
Sitting in my cell here in San Quentin,
I want to explain to him, because I was a bad son,
And all my life, I made you suffer,
Damn poverty, you owe me one,
You always chose where I was going to live,
To the worst of the neighborhood, there you threw me,
Because you liked it, watching me suffer?
I had to be a rooster, forgive me mother,
I was never a coward, and you know,
I had to tie myself up, with very brave cocks,
And between the battle, no longer think of you,
County jail, I know you too,
Since I was a boy, I did not leave there,
And in that room, between so much visit,
My father and mother, they cried for me.
(Music)
From a saying to a fact, the years passed,
And now for a lawsuit, they have me here,
I shouted in court, and I told the jury,
If he did not kill him, he would kill me,
Last words, said the jailer,
And with feeling, Joaquin told us,
Report my body, to my beloved ranch,
That from a very young, did not leave there?
And if there is another life, dear god,
Leave me my ranch, pa ?? Be very happy,
I'd rather be poor, and not start north,
And although between the cells, I will rot again.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)
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