Lyrics and translation Frank T - Y al final yo seguire siendo quien soy

Y al final yo seguire siendo quien soy

Aqui te espero,
Frente a mi mesa donde canta el vino,
Y un cigarrillo sueña, azules ilusiones de humo,
Aqui te espero mientras hago volar mis pensamientos,
Como serpentinas hasta ti,
Que ausente de mis manos navegas por mi sangre
En la dulce ternura
De un barco de papel

¿Que ha pasado?, son las cuatro y el sol no ha salido,
Se ha escondido,
Se ha metido o esque acaso de ha invertido,
El proceso ese, de cuando amanece o añochece,
Cuando el hombre come, engorda o también crece,
Sin alguna duda estoy probando claramente que hay un cambio,
Si antes Stallone era Rambo ahora es Rambio,
Mi labio se ha movido, yo le ordeno que este quieto,
Digo la verdad a quien me escucha y yo le miento,
Si Paris, no es la capital de aqui,
Este pais, porque cuando digo que esto es gris,
Me llevan la contraria yo les pego y les grito,
El universo inverso y esto culpa es de quien, ya lo he visto es como un payaso que se rie y hace de reir,
Su cometido sin embargo es destruir,
Quiere que no me escuches y me llames negro loco,
Iluminarte con su foco y quemarte poco a poco,
Hacerte una patetica foto, de tu craneo azul y roto,
Y en la mesa pentagonal va a comer paquete mortal,
Y al final succionar y tenerte que enterar,
Aguantar y saber como el haber no te va a enterrar.

La primera esquina de la mesa pentagonal ha sido quitada,
Y como resultado otra mesa pero esta vez cuadrada,
Uno de estos payasos fue detras de mi
Y se convirtio en una exhuberante y excitante mujerzuela,
Ella pretendía llevarme a una habitación,
Excitarme, fornicarme, debilitarme y al acabar matarme,
Sin embargo se delato cuando por nada sonrio y roja nariz de payaso sin querer se iluminó,
Me cogio del cuello y empezo a pegarme en la cara,
Y cuanto mas daño de hacia, mas el culo se partia,
La risa del payaso a mi me contagió,
Y cuando acabé de reir, el payaso explotó,
Automaticamente la mesa quedo triangular,
Y los otros tres payasos se empezaron a preocupar,
Decidieron buscarme sin poderme estos encontrar,
De tanto buscar,
Se empezaron a debilitar y cansados me encontraron con un hacha para cortar,
La mesa en la que todavía ellos manejaban,
A todos aquellos que con sus risitas engañaban,
Uno de los tres tenía una bolsa de cocaína,
La cual siete kilos de este polvo contenía y me ofrecía a mi,
Para yo aspirase de esta droga por mi nariz
Y asi yo sentirme gracias a ellos más feliz,
Sin embargo me hizo tanta gracia que la risa otra vez me dominó,
Y el payaso falleció,
La mesa quedo reducida en un pequeño palo,
Los otros dos payasos eran sin duda los mas malos.

Mi rima no sirvió, mi risa no valió,
Pero asi fué como se normalizó todo mi interior,
Preparado para la proxima batalla estoy y aunque no consiga mucho,
Al final seguiré siendo quien soy.

Aqui te espero
Mientras hago volar
...mientras hago volar
Mis pensamientos,
Como serpentinas hasta ti.

And in the end, I'll still be who I am

Here I wait for you,
In front of my table where the wine sings,
And a cigarette dreams, blue illusions of smoke,
Here I wait for you while I let my thoughts fly,
Like streamers towards you,
You, absent from my hands, navigate through my blood
In the sweet tenderness
Of a paper boat

What happened? It's four o'clock and the sun hasn't risen,
It has hidden,
It has gone inside or has it perhaps reversed,
That process, of when it dawns or dusks,
When man eats, fattens or also grows,
Without a doubt I am clearly proving that there is a change,
If before Stallone was Rambo now he is Rambio,
My lip has moved, I order it to be still,
I tell the truth to those who listen to me and I lie to them,
If Paris, is not the capital of here,
This country, because when I say that this is gray,
They contradict me I hit them and I yell at them,
The inverse universe and this is whose fault, I have already seen it is like a clown who laughs and makes laugh,
His purpose however is to destroy,
He wants you not to listen to me and call me crazy black,
To illuminate you with his focus and burn you little by little,
To take a pathetic picture of you, with your blue and broken skull,
And on the pentagonal table he will eat a mortal package,
And in the end suck and have to bury you,
Endure and know how having will not bury you.

The first corner of the pentagonal table has been removed,
And as a result another table but this time square,
One of these clowns went after me
And she became an exuberant and exciting harlot,
She intended to take me to a room,
Excite me, fornicate me, weaken me and in the end kill me,
However she gave herself away when she smiled for nothing and a red clown nose lit up unintentionally,
She grabbed me by the neck and started hitting me in the face,
And the more damage she did, the more her ass split,
The clown's laughter infected me,
And when I finished laughing, the clown exploded,
Automatically the table became triangular,
And the other three clowns started to worry,
They decided to look for me without being able to find me,
From so much searching,
They began to weaken and tired they found me with an ax to cut,
The table on which they still handled,
All those who deceived with their laughter,
One of the three had a bag of cocaine,
Which contained seven kilos of this powder and offered it to me,
So I could sniff this drug through my nose
And thus I would feel happier thanks to them,
However it made me laugh so much that laughter once again dominated me,
And the clown died,
The table was reduced to a small stick,
The other two clowns were undoubtedly the worst.

My rhyme didn't work, my laughter was worthless,
But that's how my whole interior was normalized,
I am ready for the next battle and even if I don't achieve much,
In the end I will still be who I am.

Here I wait for you
While I let fly
...while I let fly
My thoughts,
Like streamers towards you.