Carlitos - Kinto Sol

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)

This is the story of the life of Carlitos

His childhood from him his poverty from him 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 him and the father wants to give him

Years passed, the boy began to use

The change of opinion with him they are going to stay

Father plans put him to work

(For what it's worth) He wouldn't stop screaming

His wife put up with him, the threatened tapeworm

(I'm going to kill you) if one day she left

He abused and hit every day he mistreated

Carlitos crying with fear listened

(Daughter of your…) as the father treated his mother

As an old woman from the street she didn't take it down

Carlitos grew up his mother loved him

He hated his father about him and he knew it

Already a little man met people from the neighborhood

From the life of the street he learned what is necessary

This is the story of the life of Carlitos

His childhood his poverty of him and so many cries

Purity playing with carts

By fate turned into crimes

Living with screaming blows and cheating

The father and the boss are almost strangers

Now Carlitos is already 14 years old

And he doesn't want his boss to suffer more damage

One day on the street thinking that to be

He hit a few touches and it's already getting dark

(What's up Carlitos) his company tells him

The bato that once shot the chota

I think it's over, I'm going back to my canton

So that they punish me, I don't want to give reason

The touches that have been given begin to take effect

The suffering of his mother, he has remembered everything

On the way to his house he stops at a corner

Drug addict seeks his medicine

The little bag she brings is close to her face

Take a deep breath and you don't feel anything anymore

This is the story of the life of Carlitos

His childhood, his poverty and so many screams

Purity playing with carts

By fate turned into crimes

On the way back to his house he opens the door

He looks for his mother of her but he can't find her

Suddenly he hears a scream and knows it's her

On the floor of blood and a broken bottle

He runs to the place where the noise comes from

In his hands he holds the broken bottle

He enters the room he sees his mother lying

Giving him blows was his dad

(Son of your mother) in his mind everything is slow

Because of the alcohol and the cement

He sticks the bottle in his back until he is inside

The father yelled as he could, he turned around

He saw that it was his son (son of your…) and his eyes widened

I grabbed him by the arm they fell to the floor

A wound in the skull Carlitos was made

Dying the father saw what he did

This was the end of the father and the son

This is the story of the life of Carlitos

His childhood his poverty of him and so many cries

Purity playing with carts

By fate turned into crimes

(Thanks to Angel Pérez for these lyrics)