Текст и перевод песни Tatuaje Vivo - Flores de Muerto

Flores de Muerto

Sabes como lo vi?
Con sus ojos cerrados
Con su cara muy triste
Sus brazos cruzados
Sus labios callados

Caminando y pensando en su vida
Va recordando momentos pasados
Como el que muere, pero antes recuerda
Su infancia perdida y momentos amargos

Con vicios y muerte enterrado el dolor
Y pasa su vida ahogado en licor
Se llena las manos con mucho valor
Y elimina su vuda sin ningun temor

Camina, suspira, se ríe y luego llora
Cansado se sienta a escuchar una rola
Y piensa en los tramos que unieron su historia
Que al pasar de los años se perdio en su memoria

Comienza llorando esta triste canción
No hay flores de muerto para ese cabrón
Lo encontraron muerto afuera de un bar
En el mismo que un día el se metío a chupar

Caminando y pensando en su vida
Va recordando momentos pasados
Como el que muere pero antes recuerda
Su infancia perdida y momentos amargos

Camina, suspira, se ríe y luego llora
Cansado se sienta a escuchar una rola
Y piensa en los tramos que unieron su historia
Que al pasar de los años se perdió en su memoria

Comienza llorando esta triste canción
No hay flores de muerto para ese cabrón
Lo encontraron muerto afuera de un bar
En el mismo que un día él se metío a chupar

¿Sábes como lo ví?
Con sus ojos cerrados
Con su cara muy triste
Sus brazos cruzados
Sus labios callados

Blossoms of Mourners

You know how I saw him?
With his eyes closed
With his face very sad
His arms crossed
His lips silent

Walking and thinking about his life
Recalling past moments
Like he who is dying, but first remembers
His lost childhood and bitter memories

With addictions and death, the pain buried
And he spends his life drowning in liquor
He fills his hands with great courage
And ends his life without any fear

He walks, sighs, laughs, and then cries
Tired, he sits down to listen to a song
And he thinks of the sections that connected his story
Which, over the years, he has lost in his memory

He begins crying this sad song
No flowers of the dead for that bastard
They found him dead outside a bar
The same one that he once entered to drink

Walking and thinking about his life
Recalling past moments
Like he who is dying, but first remembers
His lost childhood and bitter memories

He walks, sighs, laughs, and then cries
Tired, he sits down to listen to a song
And he thinks of the sections that connected his story
Which, over the years, he has lost in his memory

He begins crying this sad song
No flowers of the dead for that bastard
They found him dead outside a bar
The same one that he once entered to drink

You know how I saw him?
With his eyes closed
With his face very sad
His arms crossed
His lips silent