Paroles et traduction Alberto Cortez - No Te Juntes Con Ellos

No Te Juntes Con Ellos

No te juntes con ellos, que se ensucian la boca
Con el grito del fútbol y la gran palabrota.

No te juntes con ellos, que se lavan las manos
En el cielo chiquito que reflejan los charcos.

No te juntes con ellos, porque pueden romperte
Sus envidias ocultas tus valiosos juguetes.

No te juntes con ellos, porque son unos vagos
Que no van a la escuela, que no tienen trabajo.

Excelente consejo que ha escuchado mi infancia,
Por no haberlo seguido, capture la esperanza,
Me junté con los niños que me estaban prohibidos
Y aprendí que si es alto... no peligra tu nido.

No te juntes con ellos, que no tienen dinero
Y aprovechan el tuyo para hinchar el carguero.

No te juntes con ellos, vagabundos y artistas
Con morales dudosas de filosas aristas.

No te juntes con ellos, porque son peligrosos,
Porque están en la mina del fusil de los oídos.

No te juntes con ellos, porque no han entendido
Que un canario de jaula canta igual... y tranquilo.

Excelente consejo que he escuchado de grande
Por no haberlo seguido, desperté mis verdades,
Me junté con prohibidos, con tachados y ocultos,
Y aprendí que ser limpio... no es igual que ser pulcro.

No te juntes con ellos, excelente consejo
Que hoy repito a mi modo: no te juntes con ellos.

No te juntes con ellos, cuando huelen a orgullo
Cuando pagan con miedo su alimento seguro.

No te juntes con ellos, cuando el brillo es el oro
Y las huecas palabras se repiten a coro.

No te juntes con ellos, cuando tienen trabajos
Que les miden la altura del ombligo hacia abajo.

No te juntes con ellos, porque fueron los mismos
Que me dieron consejos y de haberlos seguido
No tendría tristeza, ni dolor, ni fatiga,
Ni un amor, ni un amigo, ni un recuerdo... ni vida.
Letra: Adriana Turchetti

Don't Hang Out With Them

Don't hang out with them, their mouths are filthy
With the shouts of soccer and the big swear words.

Don't hang out with them, they wash their hands
In the small sky that the puddles reflect.

Don't hang out with them, because they can break you
Their hidden envy your valuable toys.

Don't hang out with them, because they are lazy
They don't go to school, they don't have a job.

Excellent advice that my childhood has heard,
For not following it, I captured hope,
I joined the children who were forbidden to me
And I learned that if it's high... your nest is not in danger.

Don't hang out with them, they don't have money
And they take advantage of yours to inflate the freighter.

Don't hang out with them, vagabonds and artists
With dubious morals of sharp edges.

Don't hang out with them, because they are dangerous,
Because they are in the mine of the rifle of your ears.

Don't hang out with them, because they haven't understood
That a caged canary sings the same... and calmly.

Excellent advice that I have heard as an adult
For not following it, I awakened my truths,
I joined the forbidden, the tarnished and the hidden,
And I learned that being clean... is not the same as being neat.

Don't hang out with them, excellent advice
That today I repeat in my own way: don't hang out with them.

Don't hang out with them, when they smell of pride
When they pay for their food with fear.

Don't hang out with them, when the glitter is gold
And empty words are repeated in chorus.

Don't hang out with them, when they have jobs
That measure their height from the navel down.

Don't hang out with them, because they were the same
Who gave me advice and if I had followed them
I would have no sadness, no pain, no fatigue,
No love, no friends, no memories... no life.
Lyrics: Adriana Turchetti