Le Compre La Muerte A Mi Hijo
Beto Quintanilla
I Bought Death for My Son
Just by stepping on the gas
The engine roared, fixed
Impeccable paint
Fully equipped
He just needed to talk
That beautiful Camaro
I bought it for my son
So he could ride well
When he drove it
He was the envy of the neighborhood
I never thought that my son
Had bought death
He was only 15 years old
It showed on his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My chick didn't have feathers
And I wanted him to fly
One Sunday morning
Everything seemed joyful
Suddenly I was informed of what I never thought
In a car accident
My son was lifeless
Maybe I was to blame
For giving him everything in life
I didn't want him to lack
What he didn't have at his age
If God sent him without wings
Why would I put them on him?
Things have their time
And I took him early
For loving my children so much
Some parents fail
Instead of giving them everything
Why don't we prepare them?
He was only 15 years old
It showed on his face
When I saw him in his Camaro
I looked at his wings
My chick didn't have feathers
And I wanted him to fly
