Paroles et traduction Alfredito Olivas - El Sr T

El Sr T

Qué difícil es la vida cuando existe incertidumbre
Y que feo sabe la muerte cuando se hace por costumbre
Hasta mi cuerpo arribaron visitas inesperadas
Una se quedó conmigo, las otras Ibán de pasada...
Unas caras con asombro y otras más desfiguradas
El doctor viene en camino de seguro ya no tarda
La esperanza seguía viva pero la sangre me abandonaba
Preguntaba por mi estado pero nadie contestaba...
Con la mirada hacia el techo y una movilidad nula
La anciedad y el desespero con el miedo se acumula
Como pasaron los hechos?, Preguntaba peritaje
Señor ahora le contesto solo deje que la cuaje
Y es que como se prepara para dejar esta vida
Si yo no compre boleto y ya estaba de salida
Quisiera ser catarino Pa' curarme con saliva...
La esperanza se quedaba pero el tiempo se me iba...
Con la calma por minuto y el suero por segundero
Como una fiera enjaulada apunto de perder el cuero
El doctor ya está llegando preparen bien al paciente
Pa' si si es lo que no tengo espero y no haya inconveniente
Por si a caso no la libró, algo más quiero pedirles
No me Entierren no me Cremen por si ya no quiero morirme
Y es que en casos como éste siempre tiendo a arrepentirme...
Ya se me acabó el papel, es tiempo de despedirme...

Mr. T

How difficult life is when there is uncertainty
And how horrible death tastes when it becomes a custom
Even on my body, unexpected visitors have arrived
One has stayed with me, the others were just passing through...
Some faces with astonishment and others more disfigured
The doctor is on his way, he'll be here soon
Hope was still alive, but my blood was fading away
He asked about my condition, but no one answered...
Staring at the ceiling with no movement
Anxiety and desperation accumulate with fear
How did the events unfold?, I wondered
Sir, I'll answer you now, just let it settle
And how do you prepare to leave this life
If I didn't buy a ticket and I was already leaving
I wish I was a Qatari so I could heal myself with saliva...
Hope remained, but time was slipping away...
With calmness by the minute and the IV by the second
Like a caged beast about to lose its pelt
The doctor is on his way, prepare the patient well
Because if it's what I don't have, I hope there won't be any inconvenience
Just in case I don't make it, there's something else I want to ask
Don't bury me, don't cremate me, just in case I don't want to die
And it's that in cases like this, I always tend to regret it...
I've run out of paper, it's time for me to go...