More songs by Anuel AA
Description
Producer: Edoby
Producer: Robert Stephan Lasso
Producer: Carlos Suárez
Music Publisher: administered by Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing
Music Publisher: EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
Music Publisher: RHLM Publishing
Lyrics and translation
Original
Quisiera tenerte de vuelta, para abrazarte como no pude hacerlo cuando estaba en la celda.
Antes que te me fueras, mi vieja, y me pesa, porque yo sé que sufriste mucho y no aguantaste la sentencia. ¡Oh, uh, oh!
Quisiera tenerte de vuelta, para abrazarte como no pude hacerlo cuando estaba en la celda, antes que te me fueras, mi reina.
No sabes cuánto te extraño y el dolor que siento, te fuiste con papá Dios y me quema por dentro, porque sé que yo fui parte de tu sufrimiento y no me dio tiempo pa' decir lo siento.
Te agradezco, mami, porque sé que te fajaste pa' que no faltara nada y lo que me enseñaste.
Sabía que estuve mal, pero no me dejaste, nunca me fallaste, no me abandonaste.
Y ya, no soy el mismo sin ti, la vida, mami, no se siente igual, me arropa la soledad.
Y ya, no soy el mismo sin ti, la vida, mami, no se siente igual, no me quiero hasta matar.
Quisiera tenerte de vuelta, para abrazarte como no pude hacerlo cuando estaba en la celda, antes que te me fueras, mi vieja, y me pesa, porque yo sé que sufriste mucho y no aguantaste la sentencia.
¡Oh, uh, oh!
Quisiera tenerte de vuelta, para abrazarte como no pude hacerlo cuando estaba en la celda, antes que te me fueras, mi reina.
Dios bendiga a todas las madres en el cielo y en la tierra, y a las que oran por sus hijos en medio de la guerra.
La esperanza muerta y nunca te veo de vuelta, ya no me esperas en casa, al otro lado de la puerta.
Extraño las comidas, ya la familia no está unida, aquí yo sigo preso, pero desde el cielo tú me cuidas.
Fue mucha tristeza, muchos dolores de cabeza y perdón por todas las veces que me encontraste la pieza.
Esa pistola era mi vida y eso te destruía, siempre triste de noche, pero riendo de día.
Yo era un vago, dizque listo y siempre la cago, la vida pasa factura y en mi celda yo la pago.
Y después de tu muerte, en las flores no hay olor. Orar por mí, pastor, mata a mi madre de dolor.
Dios mío, yo nunca debí nacer, yo fui un error, ¿y con qué cara te oro si soy un pecador?
Porque muchas mujeres hicieron el bien, pero tú las sobrepasaste a todas.
Quisiera tenerte de vuelta, para abrazarte como no pude hacerlo cuando estaba en la celda.
[21, 21] Antes que te me fueras, mi vieja, y me pesa, porque yo sé que sufriste mucho y no aguantaste la sentencia.
¡Oh, uh, oh!
Quisiera tenerte de vuelta, para abrazarte como no pude hacerlo cuando estaba en la celda, antes que te me fueras, mi reina. Mi reina, yeh. Mi vieja, yeh, yeh.
Te extraño, yeh.
Te amo, oh, yeh, yeh.
Real hasta la muerte.
English translation
I would like to have you back, to hug you like I couldn't when I was in the cell.
Before you left me, my old lady, and it weighs on me, because I know that you suffered a lot and could not bear the sentence. Oh-uh-oh!
I would like to have you back, to hug you like I couldn't when I was in the cell, before you left me, my queen.
You don't know how much I miss you and the pain I feel, you went with daddy God and it burns me inside, because I know that I was part of your suffering and I didn't have time to say I'm sorry.
I thank you, mom, because I know that you worked hard so that nothing was missing and what you taught me.
I knew I was wrong, but you didn't leave me, you never failed me, you didn't abandon me.
And now, I am not the same without you, life, mommy, does not feel the same, loneliness covers me.
And now, I'm not the same without you, life, mommy, doesn't feel the same, I don't love myself to death.
I would like to have you back, to hug you like I couldn't when I was in the cell, before you left me, my old lady, and it weighs on me, because I know that you suffered a lot and couldn't stand the sentence.
Oh-uh-oh!
I would like to have you back, to hug you like I couldn't when I was in the cell, before you left me, my queen.
God bless all mothers in heaven and on earth, and those who pray for their children in the midst of war.
Hope dead and I never see you back, you no longer wait for me at home, on the other side of the door.
I miss meals, the family is no longer united, here I am still a prisoner, but from heaven you take care of me.
It was a lot of sadness, a lot of headaches and sorry for all the times you found the piece for me.
That gun was my life and that destroyed you, always sad at night, but laughing during the day.
I was lazy, supposedly smart and I always screw up, life takes its toll and in my cell I pay for it.
And after your death, there is no smell in the flowers. Praying for me, pastor, kills my mother with pain.
My God, I should never have been born, I was a mistake, and with what face do I pray to you if I am a sinner?
For many women did good, but you surpassed them all.
I would like to have you back, to hug you like I couldn't when I was in the cell.
[21, 21] Before you left me, my old woman, and it weighs on me, because I know that you suffered a lot and could not bear the sentence.
Oh-uh-oh!
I would like to have you back, to hug you like I couldn't when I was in the cell, before you left me, my queen. My queen, yeh. My old lady, yeh, yeh.
I miss you, yeh.
I love you, oh, yeh, yeh.
Real until death.