Paroles et traduction Boikot - El Blues Del Desheredado

El Blues Del Desheredado

Sus pies andubieron
Las cendas prohibidas
Ya no te hablan tus manos
Encallecidas
Gritos ya sordos pintaron sus canas
Luchando como el primero nunca llevando medallas
¿Donde vas?
Ahhh
Sin mirar...
¿Donde vas?
Sin mirar ah.
Ya desde anciano
Quemaron su espalda
Cuando sonrie, me despunta el alma
Sudor para otros
Sin anhelo
Viejos recuerdos de miedo pudieron quitarle el velo
¿Donde va?
Sin mirar
Sin mirar...
¿Donde va?
Vive!
Conoce los clavos, que le hirieron
Ahora sin perros, sin amos
Libres, sin credos
Reseca garganta
Pero aun con aliento
Lejanas pelotas perdidas
Y tiradas al viento
¿Donde vas?
Sin mirar...
¿Donde vas?
Sin mirar...
¿Donde? ¿donde? donde vas.
Ulala lala ¿donde vas?
Sin mirar
Sin mirar
¿Donde vas?
Sin mirar
¿Ah? ¿ah?
Sin mirar
Donde vas?
Sin mirar...

The Blues of the Disinherited

His feet walked
The forbidden boundaries
Your hands no longer speak to you
Calloused
Deafening screams painted his gray hair
Fighting like the first, never wearing medals
Where are you going?
Ahhh
Without looking...
Where are you going?
Without looking ah.
Already an old man
They burned his back
When he smiles, my soul brightens
Sweat for others
Without longing
Old memories of fear could take away his veil
Where is he going?
Without looking
Without looking...
Where is he going?
Live!
He knows the nails that wounded him
Now without dogs, without masters
Free, without creeds
His throat is parched
But he still has breath
Distant lost balls
And thrown to the wind
Where are you going?
Without looking...
Where are you going?
Without looking...
Where? Where? Where are you going.
Ulala lala where are you going?
Without looking
Without looking
Where are you going?
Without looking
Ah? Ah?
Without looking
Where are you going?
Without looking...