Junior H - El Nene

Una probada de mi sangre
Y en cuanto la prueban se mueren
Como un veneno incomparable
Sangre del apellido Vélez

¿Cómo olvidar aquella tarde?
Cuando por poco pierdo al nene
No se alcanzaba a ver quién viene
De pronto llega una Cheyenne

Llegan los impactos por el vidrio
De mi troca Super Duty
Y pa'l suelo me aventaba
De lejos eran detonaciones
Parecía Call of Duty
Mi vida yo repasaba

No se alcanzaba a ver quién viene
Al nene yo por más buscaba
No miró por la polvadera
La nueve ya no tiene balas

Mi vida pasando y en mi mano
Mi rosario que colgaba
La muerte ya me llamaba
Cuatro impactos de un cuerno rameado
Mis ojos se reflejaba
La vida a mí me salvaban

Era un viejón incomparable
El nene con fija mirada
Casi nos chacalean, pariente
Pero la verga nos pelaban

Quemamos cartucho y pa' las lomas
La Super Duty en catiza
Nada ni nadie la para
Como RZR entre polvo y dunas
Como rayo despegaba
El Nene se me desangraba

Ahí le va compa nene
Hasta el cielo viejo
Corridos, no chingaderas, ah

Nadie me puede dar respuesta
Las horas pasan, nada saben
Mil cosas van por mi cabeza
Por saber qué pasa, compadre

Denme un minuto para hablarle
Y a ver si escucha a quien le reza
Creo que me despido, compadre
Con voz quebrada a mí me expresa

Puede que hasta aquí llegue mi nombre
Anda, dile a mi viejita que me fui
Y que ya no hay vuelta
Te dejo ese cuernito rameado
Pa' que peines bien la sierra
Y me cuides a la Imelda

En la fila de aquella sierra
Descansan dos tumbas con sangre
Tú supiste darles pelea
¿Cómo devolverte, compadre?

Prometo peinar toda la sierra
Y levantar esa casita
Que tanto tú le perreaste
Nos vemos a la vuelta de esquina
Cuando las palomas vuelen
Lucharé lo que soñaste

A taste of my blood,
And as soon as they taste it, they die.
Like an incomparable poison,
Blood of the Vélez surname.

How can I forget that afternoon?
When I almost lost El Nene.
You couldn't see who was coming,
Suddenly a Cheyenne arrives.

The impacts hit the glass
Of my Super Duty truck,
And I was thrown to the ground.
From afar, they were detonations,
It seemed like Call of Duty,
I reviewed my life.

You couldn't see who was coming,
I searched everywhere for El Nene,
He didn't look through the dust cloud,
The nine millimeter was out of bullets.

My life flashing by, and in my hand
My rosary hanging,
Death was calling me,
Four impacts from a branched horn,
My eyes reflected,
Life was saving me.

He was an incomparable old man,
El Nene with a fixed gaze,
They almost got us, cousin,
But damn it, we escaped.

We burned cartridges and towards the hills,
The Super Duty in high gear,
Nothing and no one stops it,
Like a RZR among dust and dunes,
Like lightning it took off,
El Nene was bleeding.

Here's to you, my friend Nene,
To the old heavens,
Corridos, not bullshit, ah.

No one can give me answers,
The hours pass, they know nothing,
A thousand things go through my head,
To know what's happening, my friend.

Give me a minute to talk to him,
And see if he hears who he prays to,
I think I'm saying goodbye, my friend,
With a broken voice he expresses to me.

My name may end here,
Go tell my old lady that I'm gone,
And that there's no turning back.
I leave you this branched horn,
So you can comb the mountains well,
And take care of Imelda.

In the line of that mountain range,
Rest two graves stained with blood,
You knew how to fight them,
How do I get you back, my friend?

I promise to comb the whole mountain range,
And raise that little house,
That you worked so hard for,
We'll see each other around the corner,
When the doves fly,
I will fight for what you dreamed of.