Freaky Incomprendido - Al2 El Aldeano traduction en anglais

Freaky Incomprendido

DEDICADO A TI.!

Claro que usted no entiende a su hijo y su hijo no lo
Entinde a usted
Mezclar politicas con sentimientos correcto no es
El lo acompañara a la funcion del balet
Cuando usted se haga un moño y lo acompañe hasta el parque de G
No se porque intenta cambiar su forma
Y no cambiar la suya que al final es bulla y pullas tontas
Que si va en contra de las normas un rebelde
Que se cansa de amenazas y en las noches en casa no duerme
Es evidente que se siente rechazado
Ya no eres su amigo si no enemigo porque se ha tatuado
Lo has golpeado y para nadie es un secreto
Que a base de puños se crea miedo y no respeto
Es su amuleto el dolor no hay quien bien lo trate
Se siente insecto en una sociedad alias abaque
Que trata de darle jaque mate desde hace tiempo
Y eso solo a resuelto volverlo un chico mas violentos
¿Que ejemplo le ha dado usted ante la vida?
¿Cree que ser padre es buscar un plato de comida?
Es que su vida ha estado entre gritos y castigo
Adolecente que se siente un fryky incomprendido
A ver que mas le da dejarlo que pinte su cuarto
Si el es feliz asi pues que asi sea no discuta tanto
Apuesto que seria usted un mejor padre
Si lo ayudara a estudiar y luego a pintar carabelas con sangre
Solo si abre su imaginacion un poco
Veras un niño lindo y no un maldito fryky medio loco
Poco a poco penetra en sus fantacias
Y desde alla adentro enseñe con amor lo que antes no podia
Llegara el dia en que habra una hermosa tregua
Y el se hace medico o usted se abre un pircing en la lengua
He caminado leguas y decir le quiero
Que si le habla con confianza el no le coje mas dinero
Yo solo espero que de algo sirvan estos versos
Y que usted entienda un poquito al niño ¿hara el esfuerzo?
Valla dele un beso abrazelo con fuerza
Y recuerde que la comunicacion no es solo con ofensas
La solucion no esta en romperle la cabeza al chico
Si no en aprovechar el tiempo en quererse un poquito
Que aunque la muerte nos da una vida de ventajas
Tarde o temprano la guataña en la espalda nos raja
La solución no está en romperle la cabeza al chico
Si no en aprovechar el tiempo en quererse un poquito
Que aunque la muerte nos da una vida de ventajas
Tarde o temprano la guadaña en la espalda nos raja
Se siente un estorbo, un sorbo de acido
Un parasito que a nacido, un mal nacido
Odiado hijo de un nacico, un complejo
Que lejos de dar consejo y ser guia
Actua y habla con trompones como un policia de alma fria
Mas que un espia anticuado ansia un dialogo entre ustedes dos
Sin que le alzes la voz al maximo
Sus. ojos lloran pues su mirada prejuiciosa
Lo hace sentir como un feto que se conserva en petado foza
La rosa negra del jardin blanco
Claro que usted pertenece al mini pero su hijo jala pal otro bando
El solo quiere ser libre sin ser tan culto
Y sentir que para seres como el tambien esta echo el mundo
"SEÑOR" deberia comprender que los jovenes de hoy
No son los jovenes de ayer
Los tiempos cambian ahora la moda es atrevida
Pero ser fryky no es una onda es una forma de vida
Que la sociedad castiga por ser totalmente distintas
Por eso la soledad se clava como un moderno estigma
En un corazon que planea no bombear mas sangre
Cortandose las venas o ahocandoce con un alambre
Peinado encentrico ropa estrabagante
Vive asustao y pasmao como su comandante
Infante marginado tildado de maleante
Pero vive como el prologo de un libro muy alante
Buscador incesante de instantes algo mas tiernos
Para conservarlos como recuerdos eternos
Hay esta llorando en su cuarto deberia verlo
Tratando de apagar con lagrimas las llamas del infierno
Lo tratas como un niño y le exijes como un adulto
No dejas de comparalo y avergonzarlo por gusto
NO ES JUSTO el no merece tanto desprecio
Con los sueños de tu hijo dime que has echo
La solucion no esta en romperle la cabeza al chico
Si no en aprovechar el tiempo en quererse un poquito
Que aunque la muerte nos da una vida de ventajas
Tarde o temprano la guataña en la espalda nos raja
La solución no está en romperle la cabeza al chico
Si no en aprovechar el tiempo en quererse un poquito
Que aunque la muerte nos da una vida de ventajas
Tarde o temprano la guadaña en las espalda nos raja
Randyyy cuando el amor hacia el dolor nos lleva
Solo musicas como estas los hacen cambiar la forma de pensar
ESCUCHO SEÑOR SOLO SIENTELO DEJE SER LIBRE A LOS FRYKYS
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Freaky Misunderstood

DEDICATED TO YOU!

Of course you don't understand your son and your son doesn't
Understand you
Mixing politics with feelings, that's not right
He will accompany you to the ballet
When you tie your hair up in a bun and accompany him to the G park
I don't know why you try to change the way he is
And don't change yours, which in the end is just silly bullshit
That if he goes against the rules he is a rebel
Who gets tired of threats and doesn't sleep at home at night
It's evident that he feels rejected
You're no longer his friend but his enemy because he got a tattoo
You hit him and it's no secret to anyone
That fear, and not respect, is created through fists
Pain is his amulet, no one treats him well
He feels like an insect in a society aka trap
That has been trying to checkmate him for a long time
And that has only turned him into a more violent boy
What example have you given him in life?
Do you think being a father is about finding a plate of food?
His life has been about shouting and punishment
A teenager who feels like a misunderstood freak
See what else it matters, let him paint his room
If he's happy that way, then let it be, don't argue so much
I bet you'd be a better father
If you helped him study and then paint caravels with blood
Just open your imagination a little
You will see a beautiful child and not a damn half-crazy freak
Slowly penetrate his fantasies
And from within, teach with love what you couldn't before
The day will come when there will be a beautiful truce
And he will become a doctor or you will get a tongue piercing
I have walked leagues and I want to tell you
That if you talk to him with trust, he won't take any more money from you
I just hope these verses are of some use
And that you understand the boy a little bit, will you make the effort?
Go, give him a kiss, hug him tight
And remember that communication is not just about offenses
The solution is not to smash the boy's head
But to take advantage of the time to love each other a little
Although death gives us a life of advantages
Sooner or later the Grim Reaper will cut us down
The solution is not to smash the boy's head
But to take advantage of the time to love each other a little
Although death gives us a life of advantages
Sooner or later the Grim Reaper will cut us down
He feels like a nuisance, a sip of acid
A parasite that was born, a bastard
Hated son of a born, a complex
Who, far from giving advice and being a guide
Acts and speaks with trombones like a cold-hearted policeman
More than an outdated spy, he yearns for a dialogue between the two of you
Without you raising your voice to the maximum
His eyes cry because your prejudiced gaze
Makes him feel like a fetus preserved in a formal pit
The black rose of the white garden
Of course you belong to the mini but your son pulls to the other side
He just wants to be free without being so cultured
And feel that the world is also made for beings like him
"SIR" you should understand that today's youth
Are not the youth of yesterday
Times change now fashion is daring
But being a freak is not a wave, it's a way of life
That society punishes for being totally different
That's why loneliness sticks like a modern stigma
In a heart that plans to pump no more blood
Cutting his veins or choking himself with a wire
Eccentric hairstyle, extravagant clothes
He lives scared and stunned like his commander
Marginalized infant labeled a thug
But he lives like the prologue of a book very much ahead
Incessant seeker of slightly more tender moments
To keep them as eternal memories
He's there crying in his room you should see him
Trying to put out the flames of hell with tears
You treat him like a child and demand from him like an adult
You don't stop comparing him and shaming him for fun
IT'S NOT FAIR he doesn't deserve so much contempt
Tell me, what have you done with your son's dreams?
The solution is not to smash the boy's head
But to take advantage of the time to love each other a little
Although death gives us a life of advantages
Sooner or later the Grim Reaper will cut us down
The solution is not to smash the boy's head
But to take advantage of the time to love each other a little
Although death gives us a life of advantages
Sooner or later the Grim Reaper will cut us down
Randyyy when love leads us to pain
Only music like this makes them change their way of thinking
LISTEN SIR JUST FEEL IT LET THE FREAKS BE FREE
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