Juan Gabriel — El Hijo de Mi Compadre song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Hijo de Mi Compadre" by Juan Gabriel.
Lyrics
Al hijo de mi compadre que se llama margarito
Lo metieron a la carcel por que se robo un chivito
Al hijo de mi compadre que se llama margarito
Lo metieron a la carcel por que se robo un chivito
Yo lo acompane a sacarle mi compadre el juez le dijo
Senor vengo a suplicarle que perdono usted a mi hijo
Senor vengo a suplicarle que perdone usted a mi hijo
El juez le contesto son 45 pesos
Por menos y mas senor a qui tengo muchos presos
Por menos y mas senor a qui tengo muchos presos
Ha muchachos no se componen
Ni volviendonos a batir.
Y salimos de la carcel para conseguir dinero
El tiene muchos pendientes
Pero su hijo es primero
Le presto don abrahan le presto don efren
Le presto don trino don jesus y don rafael
Y lo fue a sacar y le dijo el juez
Pagaras con carcel si es que robas otra vez
No te da pena ver a tu padre que se averguenza
No hagas que sufra tu pobre madre muchacho piensa
No eres rico tampoco pobre
No es necesario muchacho tonto de que tu robes
Si quieres algo trabaja y compra
Al fin y al cabo que a qui en el campo el trabajo sobra
Lyrics translation
The son of my compadre named margarito
They put him in jail for stealing a snitch.
The son of my compadre named margarito
They put him in jail for stealing a snitch.
I accompanied him to get him my friend the judge told him
Sir, I've come to beg you to forgive my son.
Sir, I've come to beg you to forgive my son.
The judge answered it is 45 pesos
For less and more Lord I have many prisoners
For less and more Lord I have many prisoners
Ha boys do not make up
Not even beating us again.
And we got out of jail to get money
He has many earrings
But your son comes first
Le presto don abrahan le presto don efren
I lend you don Trino don jesus and Don rafael
And he went out and said the judge
You'll pay in jail if you steal again
You don't feel sorry to see your father be ashamed
Don't make your poor mother suffer, boy.
You're not rich, you're not poor.
You don't need silly boy to steal your
If you want something work and buy
After all, there's a lot of work to be done here in the field