Sangre de Mi Sangre
Afinaito
Blood of My Blood
Compadre Chagua, blood is thicker than water
And when it boils, it's stronger until the same flame
To my little brother, the youngest of the family
They call him crazy but he's not crazy at all
For him, I spill even my blood
I put my hands in the flame
Even if they don't even know the wounds
To my little brother, the youngest of the family
They call him crazy but he's not crazy at all
For him, I spill even my blood
I put my hands in the flame
Even if they don't even know the wounds
And I have another, the black sheep of the family
He has made us suffer and cry but he's my blood, they are my blood!
That's why I have friends like my compadre Abel Espinoza
And Abelardo Plátano, they are like my family
They are my blood, the same that runs through my veins
When it boils, it's pure flame that makes my heart beat
They are my blood even though sometimes melancholy brings bad memories
And joy fades away, for me they are a blessing
And even though we sometimes fight, I have to say
That I can't live without my family
Compadre Diego, the champetuo monkey
Blood is red just like América's jersey, tell them
They are blood of my blood, they are blood of my blood, my little brothers and I
And even though we sometimes fight, I have to say
That I can't live without my family
Compadre Diego, the champetuo monkey
Blood is red just like América's jersey, tell them
They are blood of my blood, they are blood of my blood, my little brothers and I
For my beautiful boy, the beautiful boy of Afinaito
Alberto's nephew, the tacataca
The iron bends, I know that, but I'm his brother
Elder brother and if he falls hard while stumbling
There will be my hand to lift him up
They are blood of my blood, they are blood of my blood, my little brothers and I
They are blood of my blood, they are blood of my blood, my little brothers and I
The iron bends, I know that, but I'm his brother, elder brother and if he falls hard while stumbling, there will be my hand to lift him up
They are blood of my blood, they are blood of my blood, my little brothers and I
The iron bends, I know that, but I'm his brother, elder brother and if he falls hard while stumbling, there will be my hand to lift him up
They are blood of my blood, they are blood of my blood, my little brothers and I
They are my blood even though sometimes melancholy brings bad memories and joy fades away
