Paroles et traduction Bobi Bozman - Nena

Nena

Era mi historia y en mi historia Era otro entonces
Era la gloria de escuchar cassettes dobles
Era la mamada la canción de latín lingo
Y era sábado cuando salía y llegaba el domingo

Era mi mujer y se me fue
Era mi amuleto de la suerte y no sé dónde lo deje
Eran mis amigos y crecieron
Eran los que estaban casi diario y luego desaparecieron

Era mi esperanza pero estaba lejos
Era un chamaco con un sueño pero actuaba a lo pendejo
Era la alegría de mi abuela Lupe es cierto
Y después de sus 90 la llamo san Pedro, Por eso

Si entonces era solo un vato con suerte
Y la suerte no existe dime entonces que fui
Porque es difícil el volver a escribir algún hit
Si en el pasado cada letra funcionó para mí
Y yo estaba seguro que era mi destino
Llamaba karma al enemigo que deje en el piso
Rompí los platos y jamás deje que nadie los cobrara
Y los envases de cerveza se me acumulaban
Era mi era y digo era porque ya no es
El tiempo cobra su factura y hoy soy lo que vez
Pero si acercas tus oídos a mi cuerpo muerto
Hay una base de boom bap en este viejo pecho

Era tan fácil porque nada me importaba
Era la verdad cada mentira que contaba
Era la persona más feliz y no lloraba
Y era flaco y no engordaba por más que tragaba

Era una clave con las manos para varios vagos
Éra mi clika y era parte de un legado
Era camarada y me invitó a tocar
Era un mentado café iguana mi primer lugar

Era un novato y escribi canciones
Era la moda para un chingo de cabronas y cabrones
Era ese concurso de los 25 mil
Y era el premio que a mí casa me lleve a dormir

Era un pendejo que le dijo que no
Y dice que Era mi amigo el que después me traicionó
Era el mejor y la soberbia me llevo
A terminar por decir era a lo que se que ya no soy

Y yo estaba seguro que era mi destino
Llamaba karma al enemigo que deje en el piso
Rompí los platos y jamás deje que nadie los cobrara
Y los envases de cerveza se me acumulaban
Era mi era y digo era porque ya no es
El tiempo cobra su factura y hoy soy lo que vez
Pero si acercas tus oídos a mi cuerpo muerto
Hay una base de boom bap en este viejo pecho

Nena

It was my story and in my story I was another then
It was the glory of listening to double cassettes
It was the blowjob, the Latin lingo song
And it was Saturday when I went out and Sunday came

It was my wife and she left me
It was my good luck charm and I don't know where I left it
It was my friends and they grew up
It was the ones who were there almost every day and then disappeared

It was my hope but it was far away
It was a kid with a dream but he acted like an idiot
It was my grandmother Lupe's joy, it's true
And after her 90th birthday, Saint Peter called her, that's why

If then I was just a lucky dude
And luck doesn't exist, tell me then what was I
Because it's hard to go back to writing a hit
If in the past every word worked for me
And I was sure it was my destiny
I called karma the enemy I left on the floor
I broke the plates and never let anyone charge me for them
And the beer cans piled up on me
It was my era and I say it was because it's not anymore
Time takes its toll and today I am what you see
But if you put your ears to my dead body
There's a boom bap beat in this old chest

It was so easy because I didn't care about anything
It was the truth every lie I told
It was the happiest person and I didn't cry
And it was skinny and didn't get fat no matter how much I ate

It was a code with hands for several bums
It was my clique and it was part of a legacy
It was a comrade and he invited me to play
It was a place called Café Iguana, my first place

It was a newbie and I wrote songs
It was the fashion for a bunch of bitches and assholes
It was that contest for 25 thousand
And it was the prize that I took home to sleep

It was an asshole who said no
And it says it was my friend who later betrayed me
It was the best and the arrogance took me away
To end up saying it was what I am no longer

And I was sure it was my destiny
I called karma the enemy I left on the floor
I broke the plates and never let anyone charge me for them
And the beer cans piled up on me
It was my era and I say it was because it's not anymore
Time takes its toll and today I am what you see
But if you put your ears to my dead body
There's a boom bap beat in this old chest