Kinto Sol — Carlitos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Carlitos" by Kinto Sol.
Lyrics
Este es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos
Carlitos creció en un amargo hogar
De una madre que lo quiere y el padre lo quiere dar
Pasaron los años comenzó el niño a usar
El cambio de parecer con el se van a quedar
Los planes del padre ponerlo a trabajar
(Que sirva de algo) No paraba de gritar
Su mujer lo aguantaba la tenia amenazada
(Te voy a matar) si un día se marchaba
Abusaba y golpeaba cada día maltrataba
Carlitos llorando con miedo escuchaba
(Hija de tu…) como el papa a su madre trataba
De vieja de la calle no la bajaba
Carlitos crecía a su madre quería
Odiaba a su padre y el lo sabia
Ya un hombrecito conoció gente del barrio
De la vida de la calle aprendió lo necesario
Este es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos
Viviendo con gritos golpes y engaños
El padre y la jefa son casi extraños
Ahora Carlitos ya tiene 14 años
Y no quiere que su la jefa sufra mas daños
Un día por la calle pensando que a ser
Se pego unos toques y ya va anochecer
(Que onda Carlitos) le dice su compa
El bato que una vez balaceo a la chota
Pienso que ya estuvo me regreso a mi cantón
Pa que me castiguen no quiero dar razón
Comienza a dar efecto los toques que se ha dado
El sufrimiento de su madre de todo se a acordado
Rumbo a su casa se para por una esquina
Adicto alas drogas busca su medicina
La bolsita que trae se la arrima a la cara
Respira profundo y ya no siente nada
Este es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos
De regreso a su casa abre la puerta
Busca a su madre pero no la encuentra
De repente oye un grito y sabe que es ella
En el piso de sangre y quebrada una botella
El corre asía el sitio donde el ruido viene
En sus manos la botella quebrada sostiene
Entra al cuarto ve tirada a su mama
Dándole de golpes estaba su papa
(Hijo de tu madre) en su mente todo es lento
Por el alcohol y el sementó
Le clava la botella por la espalda asta dentro
El padre grito como pudo se volteo
Vio que era su hijo (hijo de tu…) y sus ojos mas abrió
Lo agarro del brazo cayeron al piso
Una herida en el cráneo Carlitos se hizo
Agonizando el padre vio lo que hizo
Así fue el final del padre y del hijo
Este es la historia la vida de Carlitos
Su niñez su pobreza y tantos gritos
La pureza jugando con carritos
Por el destino convertidos en delitos
(Gracias a Angel Pérez por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
This Is The Story The Life of Carlitos
His childhood his poverty and so many cries
Purity playing with carts
By fate turned into crimes
Carlitos grew up in a bitter home
From a mother who loves it and the father wants to give it
Years passed the child began to use
The change of heart with him will stay
Father's plans to put him to work
(For what it's worth) he kept screaming
His wife could stand it.
(I'll kill you) if one day he would leave
He abused and beat every day he mistreated
Carlitos crying in fear heard
(Daughter of Your...) as the pope treated his mother
She didn't come down from the street when she was old.
Carlitos grew up his mother wanted
He hated his father, and he knew it.
Once a little man met people in the neighborhood
From street life he learned the necessary
This Is The Story The Life of Carlitos
His childhood his poverty and so many cries
Purity playing with carts
By fate turned into crimes
Living with screaming blows and deceit
The father and the boss are almost strange
Now Carlitos is 14 years old
And he doesn't want his boss to suffer any more damage
One day down the street thinking that to be
He hit a few touches and it's going to be dark
(Carlitos whispers) he says his partner
The robe I once shot at the chota
I think it's over. I'm going back to my Canton.
I don't want to be right.
It begins to give effect to the touches that have been given
The suffering of his mother was all remembered
On his way home he stands around a corner
Drug addict seeking his medicine
The bag he's carrying holds it to his face
Take a deep breath and feel nothing
This Is The Story The Life of Carlitos
His childhood his poverty and so many cries
Purity playing with carts
By fate turned into crimes
Back home he opens the door
He's looking for his mother but he can't find her.
Suddenly he hears a scream and knows it's her
On the floor of blood and broken a bottle
He runs the place where the noise comes
In his hands the broken bottle holds
He goes into the room. he sees his mother lying down.
Beating him up was his dad
(Son of your mother) in his mind everything is slow
For alcohol and sowing
He nails the bottle from behind rod inside
The father screamed as he could turn around
He saw that he was his son (son of thy...) and his eyes opened more
I grabbed him by the arm they fell to the floor
A wound to the skull Carlitos was made
Dying the father saw what he did
So was the end of the father and the son
This Is The Story The Life of Carlitos
His childhood his poverty and so many cries
Purity playing with carts
By fate turned into crimes
(Thanks to Angel Perez for this letter)