Espacio en el Infierno - A.C.O. Übersetzung ins Englische

Espacio en el Infierno

Camarada con la mano armada
Lleva en el cerebro memorias corrosivas
Como las palizas que su padre propinaba
Cabe resaltar en un estado de ebriedad, de verdad, inhumano
Hermano nadie tiene culpa de esos golpes
Menos las muchachas a las que agachas
Y disparas después de besar sus caras
Atropella perro y los lleva al cerro para
Cometer alguna atrocidad que se le ocurra
Se quita la capucha
Con la mano en sangre el loco pensativo se mete a la ducha
Recuesta la cabeza contra la pared
Sabe más que bien que tiene al diablo como huésped
El agua que lo baña se confunde con sus lágrimas
Baja la mirada veloz de su barriga
Es un animal en un cuerpo humano
Pocas veces se le cruza un pensamiento sano

[Un infierno que lo espera
Hay muchas almas tras la puerta
Y cada día está más cerca y no puede dormir ni una noche]

Ay! le perturba ver a tanta gente que se ríe en la urbe
Tampoco duerme
Enciende tres cigarros a la vez por el estrés que lleva dentro
Sólo que tu no lo ves
Recuerda su niñez vendiendo dulces en la ruta
También a su madrastra trabajando (prostituta!)
Tantas disputas
Por las que hoy el monstruo muta
Nadie nace malo que de eso no quepa duda
Coquetea, con su pistola
Se la sube a la cabeza
Se ve en el espejo y dice "Hola"
Su cara esta virola
Ríe a carcajadas ese tipo está bien Coca-Cola
Oh! le entran dudas (suda!) no hay (ayuda!)
Pide a Buda
Muerte lo saluda
Cuerpo muda
Rabia aguda desespera
Que debo hacer?
Tal vez me debo disparar pa ver amanecer
A quien le va a importar mi perecer?
Igual a tantos he mata′o, tortura'o, he golpea′o, dispara'o
Acuchilla'o, despedasa′o, maltrata′o
He patea'o, insulta′o, ultraja'o, destroza′o
Y todos los recuerdos regresaron
Cientos de fantasmas me persiguen
Me gritan al oído nunca para siempre siguen
No tiene sentido seguir vivo
La esperanza ya no existe

[Un infierno que lo espera
Hay muchas almas tras la puerta
Y cada día está más cerca y no puede dormir ni una noche]

A Place in Hell

Comrade with an armed hand
Carries corrosive memories in his mind
Like the beatings his father inflicted
In a truly inhumane state of intoxication, it should be noted
Brother, no one is to blame for those blows
Least of all the girls you stalk
And shoot after kissing their faces
Run over dogs and take them to the hill to
Commit whatever atrocity comes to mind
He removes the hood
Thoughtful madman with bloody hands, steps into the shower
Rests his head against the wall
He knows all too well that he has the devil as his guest
The water that bathes him is mingled with his tears
His gaze drops quickly from his belly
He is a beast in a human body
A sane thought rarely crosses his mind

[A hell that awaits him
There are many souls behind the door
And every day he draws closer and cannot sleep a single night]

Oh! It disturbs him to see so many people laughing in the city
He cannot sleep either
Lights three cigarettes at once due to the stress he carries within
Only you do not see it
He remembers his childhood selling sweets on the street
Also his stepmother working as a (prostitute!)
So many quarrels
As a result of which the monster mutates today
No one is born evil, of that there is no doubt
He flirts with his gun
It goes to his head
He looks in the mirror and says "Hello"
His face is crazy
He laughs out loud, that guy is really crazy
Oh! He has doubts (he sweats) there is no (help!)
He prays to Buddha
Death greets him
Body changes
Acute rage, he despairs
What should I do?
Maybe I should shoot myself to see the dawn
Who will care if I die?
I have killed, tortured, beaten, shot
Stabbed, ripped apart, abused
I have kicked, insulted, outraged, destroyed
And all the memories came flooding back
Hundreds of ghosts haunt me
They scream in my ear, they never end
There is no point in going on living
Hope no longer exists

[A hell that awaits him
There are many souls behind the door
And every day he draws closer and cannot sleep a single night]