Mi Chofer Elegido (feat. Tavo Sumoza)

Because the one who walks with God will never walk alone
Hey, Ricky, with the same love as always, brother

If I go on a trip to make a living
In your hands, Lord of lords, is every step I take
You’re my Sun that lights me up every day
My clock that marks the happy hours for me
I ask you when I head out each day
Come, take my ride and drive for me

If you’re my chosen driver, I’ll let you take the wheel
I know your ride doesn’t have a reverse
Take me to the end, I want to see my reflection
And count my gray hairs in front of the mirror

And from my heart
Katia Rosado
Oh my girl

Whoever gets on your bus already knows
It’s to get there, it’s to get there
Watch out, the tickets are running out
You might get left behind, you might get left behind

If you’re my chosen driver, I’ll let you take the wheel
I know your ride doesn’t have a reverse
Take me to the end, I want to see my reflection
And count my gray hairs in front of the mirror

To César José, Jonathan de Jesús, Dominguito
And the great Paula Isabel, the kids of the king, king, king
He knows what’s up
To my mayor, Jennison Fernández, Rafi Valle
And my uncle, Roger Suárez, Arenal is Arenal

Oh Vito Gallardo, hey Vito
And with love, we send this to Eduardo Calvo
And to José Sarmiento, with faith, with faith

When I wake up and the Sun greets me
I feel a loving voice every day
That speaks to me and calls me dad
Dad

Every day, I hit the streets
To earn my daily bread
Papa God, please help me
I have no one else to help me on this road

If you’re my chosen driver, I’ll let you take the wheel
I know your ride doesn’t have a reverse
Take me to the end, I want to see my reflection
And count my gray hairs in front of the mirror

Oh my God, and watch over my mom, Karina, and the great JC
Because I’ve always, always been the same
That I know you’re happy, that you like it
That I want to see my kids grow up
And fight like this until the end of time

If you’re my chosen driver, I’ll let you take the wheel
I know your ride doesn’t have a reverse
Take me to the end, I want to see my reflection
And count my gray hairs in front of the bird

And so Cata, Cristi, and Ciana Peter keep growing
The daughters of my compadre
And in heaven, my dad, Julio Rojas
And right there, the old man Tabón, may glory cover them.