Lyrics and translation Caña Brava - Situaciones

Situaciones

1900
Motivos muchos para contar andanzas de la vida
Por las oraciones, renglones, de poesía mía
Situaciones narradas contadas algunas
Por las lagunas, metales en cantinas borrachos
Machos que se creían por andar matando gente
Buscando mujeres tropeles en burdeles bares
En diferentes lugares sitios variados
Rostros marcados por las peleas ganadas pérdidas
Son situaciones, razones para contarlas
Y que no hay duda, que son puras, vivir te toca alguna
Y si acaso te ha tocado enterrar tus panas
Historias desenvueltas con olor a marihuana valla
Canallas en tumbas terminan todos enterrados
Cráneos partidos por tiros metidos en los líos
Reales casos, muchos fracasos
Que en paz descansen dónde se encuentren mis parceritos
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Es peligroso lo ambicioso
De poderosos juegos
Negocios farras fufas nada en serio ni amoroso
Piloso arrastrando de ambos lados
Estar comiendote el vicio apuesta el sueldo ruedan dados cuidado
100% nerviosismo no es mentira es realismo estas en contra de ti mismo
Es lo mismo, prefiero ganar, de repite quincenal
Esperanzas de ganar muy engañado inocente, detente
Te quiero papi,
te amo decía la perra por detrás me
hacía la guerra me hacía la vida imposible
Pero le di lo que merecía ramera, pa la puta mierda
Aunque termine mi cancion los casos
Siguen balazos muertos, a Dios encomiendo la vida que llevo vivida
Desde pequeño envuelto en situaciones malas
Por las navajas, barrigas rajadas en las peleas
A ver quien no quisiera tener o ser el poder
siquiera para coger aunque no quisiera pudiera
Darle castigo a mi enemigo pero conmigo
ruedan diferentemente de la pantalla estoy pendiente
Hago la raya mala también un callado da bala todo a las malas demalas
Las alas desde temprano en vano no es la caída dada por
el serio no es misterio todo esto que presentó es verdad
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Estos es real son situaciones,
razones, para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Para controlas tengo demasiadas
Para contarlas tengo demasiadas
Ja Caña Brava
Lleno de lomas hasta el plano
Sisas

Situations

1900
So many reasons to tell stories of life's adventures,
Through verses and lines of my poetry.
Situations narrated, some told,
By the lagoons, metals clinking in drunken canteens.
Tough guys who thought they were something for killing people,
Searching for women in swarms, in brothels and bars.
In different places, varied sites,
Faces marked by battles won and lost.
These are situations, reasons to tell them,
And there's no doubt they're pure, you're bound to experience some.
And if you've had to bury your buddies,
Unfolding stories with the scent of marijuana, damn.
Scoundrels end up in tombs, all buried,
Skulls split by shots fired in the midst of trouble.
Real cases, many failures,
May they rest in peace wherever my homies are.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
Ambition is dangerous,
powerful games.
Business, parties, drugs, nothing serious or loving.
Hairy situations, dragging on both sides,
Eating away at the vice, betting your paycheck, dice rolling, watch out.
100% nervousness, it's not a lie, it's realism, you're against yourself.
It's the same, I'd rather win, it repeats every fortnight.
Hopes of winning, so deceived, innocent, stop.
I love you, daddy,
the bitch would say, while behind my back she
was waging war, making my life impossible.
But I gave her what she deserved, the whore, to hell with her.
Even if my song ends, the cases
continue, bullets, deaths, to God I commend the life I've lived.
Since I was a kid, involved in bad situations,
Knives, slashed bellies in fights.
Who wouldn't want to have or be the power,
even just to take, even if I didn't want to, I could.
Punish my enemy, but with me
things roll differently, I'm watching the screen.
I draw the line, evil, even a silent one gives a bullet, everything the hard way, damn it.
Wings since early, in vain, it's not the fall given by
the serious one, it's no mystery, all this I present is true.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
This is real, these are situations,
reasons, I have too many to tell.
I have too many to tell.
I have too many to control.
I have too many to tell.
Ha Caña Brava
Full of hills down to the plains
Sisas