La Misma Sangre (feat. Ronda Bogotá, Tornillo y Pato Machete)

Ronda Bogotá sounds

You and I
We have the same blood
I carry your face in my tattoo
Here I am so that nothing is missing
No more tears from my father
No more tears from my father
No more tears from my father
No more tears from my father

When will you arrive? Tell me when you will return
When will you arrive? Tell me when you will return

Far from my hope, far from my old man
As a child, I left home, far away seeking my dream
Today loneliness embraces me, I go without direction or owner
I dream that I still haven't been able to find it
I feel that my life has slowly turned upside down
I miss walking through the streets of my neighborhood
I hope to return alive to my Guanajuato

Cumbia
Let the accordion cry
From La Santa
Ronda Bogotá, crazy
Pato Machete

And it's because my family taught me to work
To follow dreams, I could never give up

As a child, you took care of me when I was little
I love you with all my soul, if I don't have you, I'll die
I will always be with you until death comes
In good times and bad, you will always have my affection

And at night I go out to preach
Always giving thanks, we come to celebrate

Cumbia, cumbia, cumbia
It's Tornillo, bro

To this day, my old man still works, tired
I didn't like school, I just followed your advice
Not to let anyone bring me down, I am like your reflection
Hands battered and your legs very tired
Food was never lacking because you always worked
Whenever I fell, you always picked me up
I take you wherever I go, I remember you wherever I go

You and I
We have the same blood
I carry your face in my tattoo
Here I am so that nothing is missing
No more tears from my father
No more tears from my father
No more tears from my father
No more tears from my father

When will you arrive? Tell me when you will return
When will you arrive? Tell me when you will return

Hey, Ricardo
Maestro Celso
Street music, bro
We are La Santa, bro