C-Ro - Gloria - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction C-Ro - Gloria




Gloria
Gloria
Me buscaban pero en donde
They were looking for me but where
Pensaban que iba a estar
They thought I'd be
Este marginal sin nombre
This nameless outcast
Sin destino, sin hogar
Without a destination, without a home
Me buscaban pero en donde
They were looking for me but where
Pensaban que iba a estar
They thought I'd be
Este marginal sin nombre
This nameless outcast
Sin destino, sin hogar
Without a destination, without a home
Tu odio no me deja ver,
Your hate doesn't let me see,
Acostumbrado a perder, creo que llego la hora (que llego la hora)
Accustomed to losing, I think it's time (it's time)
Arruinandome la fe sin entender tu porque,
Ruining my faith without understanding why,
Rezando por ti en la alcoba (rezando por ti en la alcoba)
Praying for you in the alcove (praying for you in the alcove)
Y es que ya, ya, ya no me importa na' dime en verdad quieres volar
And it is that already, already, I don't care anymore, tell me you really want to fly
O quedarte en esta rutina ya, ya, ya no quiero mas na' solo buscamos,
Or stay in this routine, already, already, I don't want anything more, we only search for,
Esa paz que se perdió en alguna esquina (esquina)
That peace that was lost on some corner (corner)
Una vida desesperada perdiendo el color
A desperate life losing its color
Ángeles blancos y cigarros cuando falta amor
White angels and cigarettes when there is no love
Una alma que no esta segura y se aferra al temor
A soul that is not sure and clings to fear
Y ellos me siguen buscando
And they keep looking for me
Una vida desesperada perdiendo el color
A desperate life losing its color
Ángeles blancos y cigarros cuando falta amor
White angels and cigarettes when there is no love
Un alma que no esta segura y se aferra al temor
A soul that is not sure and clings to fear
Y ellos me siguen buscando
And they keep looking for me
Me buscaban pero en donde
They were looking for me but where
Pensaban que iba a estar
They thought I'd be
Este marginal sin nombre
This nameless outcast
Sin destino, sin hogar
Without a destination, without a home
Me buscaban pero en donde
They were looking for me but where
Pensaban que iba a estar
They thought I'd be
Este marginal sin nombre
This nameless outcast
Sin destino, sin hogar
Without a destination, without a home





Writer(s): Victor Cordero


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