Vico C — Esta Es La Esquina song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Esta Es La Esquina" by Vico C.
Lyrics
Ponen el dedo en el gatillo
Para dar martillo
Y meten 10 plomazos
En su cara
Y asi de simple y sencillo
Mataron al pillo
Y nose despidio de su mama
Coro:
Esta es la esquina
Donde abunda el dolor
(el dolor)
Esta es la esquina
Donde zumban y matan
(y matan)
Esta es la esquina
Donde falta el amor señor
Por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
Esta buscando a su panita
Por que a su noviecita
La estuvo bombardeando
De flores
Y como de nada se agita
Sacó la pistolita
Pues si se la buscó
Que no llore
Coro:
Esta es la esquina
Donde abunda el dolor
(el dolor)
Esta es la esquina
Donde zumban y matan
(y matan)
Esta es la esquina
Donde falta el amor señor
Por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
Será que en los hogares
No hay atencion
Será que cada padre
Es un borracho
Será por eso
que van al callejon
Donde la lluvia son balas
Y el consuelo es un BLOM
Está intentando ser la cura
Y como está bien pura
En este caso no tuvo suerte
La madre llora de amargura
Maldice la basura
Que ya a su hijo puso
en la muerte
Coro:
Esta es la esquina
Donde abunda el dolor
(el dolor)
Esta es la esquina
Donde zumban y matan
(y matan)
Esta es la esquina
Donde falta el amor señor
Por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
El jovencito policia
Se acuerda de los dias
En que abusaban de el En la escuela
Y ahora está lleno de ira
Pal callejon se tirá
Tumbandole a todo el mundo
las muelas
Coro:
Esta es la esquina
Donde abunda el dolor
(el dolor)
Esta es la esquina
Donde zumban y matan
(y matan)
Esta es la esquina
Donde falta el amor señor
Por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
Será que en los hogares
No hay atencion
Será que cada padre
Es un borracho
Será por eso
que van al callejon
Donde la lluvia son balas
Y el consuelo es un BLOM
Esta es la jungla
Donde tumban al que hable
La tecnica que usan
Ya la guindan en los cables
Si nos tiran con el laca
Cortan como un sable
Todo el mundo lo ve Pero le temen al culpable
Donde el gobierno
En cada esquina
Construyen quisquitos
Para que se les haga facil
Comprarle un tragito
Donde distribuyen el ron
A precio bien bajito
Para que se jacten de alcohol
Y ponerlos brutitos
Esta es la esquina
Donde mis panitas mueren
Que en vez de irse
Del peligro
La muerte prefieren
Se criaron juntos
Y se matan por mujeres
Si supieran chicos
Como eso a mi me duele
Donde toda la gente tiene
Un familiar adicto
Donde hay hermanos
Que se pasan
Predicando a Cristo
Esta es la esquina donde
Muchos de tiñen de listos
Y esta llena de niños
Que a sus padres
Nunca han visto
Será que en los hogares
No hay atencion
Será que cada padre
Es un borracho
Será por eso
que van al callejon
Donde la lluvia son balas
Y el consuelo es un BLOM
(Gracias a Yerko por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
They put their finger on the trigger
To give hammer
And they put 10 bullets in it.
On his face
And so simple and simple
They killed the pillo.
And he didn't say goodbye to his mother.
Choir:
This is the corner
Where pain abounds
(pain)
This is the corner
Where they buzz and kill
(and kill)
This is the corner
Where love is lacking Lord
Where mayors don't even pass
He's looking for his panita.
Why his little girlfriend
He was bombing her.
Of flowers
And as nothing agitates
He pulled out the gun.
Well, if she was looking for it
Don't cry
Choir:
This is the corner
Where pain abounds
(pain)
This is the corner
Where they buzz and kill
(and kill)
This is the corner
Where love is lacking Lord
Where mayors don't even pass
Will it be that in households
No attention
Will every parent
He's a drunk.
That'll be why
that go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets
And the consolation is a BLOM
He's trying to be the cure.
And as it is well pure
In this case he was unlucky
Mother weeps with bitterness
Curse the garbage
That already his son put
in death
Choir:
This is the corner
Where pain abounds
(pain)
This is the corner
Where they buzz and kill
(and kill)
This is the corner
Where love is lacking Lord
Where mayors don't even pass
The young cop
Remember the days
In that they abused him in school
And now he's full of anger
Pal callejon will throw
Knocking everybody down
molar
Choir:
This is the corner
Where pain abounds
(pain)
This is the corner
Where they buzz and kill
(and kill)
This is the corner
Where love is lacking Lord
Where mayors don't even pass
Will it be that in households
No attention
Will every parent
He's a drunk.
That'll be why
that go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets
And the consolation is a BLOM
This is the jungle
Where they lay down the one who speaks
The technique they use
Now hang it on the cables
If they throw us with the lacquer
Cut like a saber
Everyone sees it, but they're afraid of the culprit.
Where the government
On every corner
They build shrimp
To make it easy
Buy her a ride
Where they distribute the rum
At a very low price
To boast of alcohol
And put them brutes
This is the corner
Where my buns die
That instead of leaving
Of danger
Death prefer
They grew up together
And they kill themselves for women
If you guys knew
How that hurts me
Where all people have
A family addict
Where there are brothers
That they pass
Preaching to Christ
This is the corner where
A lot of bright spots
And it's full of children
That to his parents
They've never seen
Will it be that in households
No attention
Will every parent
He's a drunk.
That'll be why
that go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets
And the consolation is a BLOM
(Thanks to Yerko for this letter)