Paroles et traduction Cheb Ruben - Si Encontrara

Si Encontrara

Si encontrara un folio
Si encontrara un boli
Si encontrara un alma
Si encontrara un poli
Ay si te encontrara a ti
Encontraríame otra vez las ganas de vivir
Mi arte, mi puto arte
Solo viene a verte si tu ausencia viene a verme
Olvidarte, quiero olvidarte
Pero no es posible ni si quiera imaginarlo en mi mente
Si encontrara gente que supiera cuidarme
Si encontrara amor sin condiciones, canciones sin rencor
Agallas no es lo mismo que cojones
Ardor por el alcohol, hoy no duerme ni Dios
Dibujando coños en el gotele del techo
Qué he hecho? olvido la mitad después que te lo cuento
Sangre por la almohada, voy a morir solo
Me aguantan 3 o 4, muero por 3 o 4
De la peli nunca soy el malo, ni soy el bueno, hago la banda sonora y no salgo en los créditos
No he sacado rédito pa aguantar sus mierdas
A veces pienso que mentía
Ya te lo dije, lo dijo el barquero, las niñas bonitas no pagan un euro
Ya te lo dije, lo dijo el barquero, mi chica la mas rica del cementerio
Cuantos hijoputa quieren verme hincar la rodilla, apagar mi musica, dejarme sin la silla
Cuantos gonorreas quieren verme sufrir lo que sea, con tal de que se lo escriba
Me salpica tu charco de lágrimas, llorandolo intentandolo arreglar
A una foto en cualquier lapida, te salpica mi charco de sangre, no soy el cuerpo de Cristo
Beberos mi sangre

If I Could Find

If I could find a sheet of paper
If I could find a pen
If I could find a soul
If I could find a police officer
Oh if I could find you
I would find my will to live again
My art, my fucking art
Only comes to see you if your absence comes to see me
Forget you, I want to forget you
But it's not possible, I can't even imagine it in my mind
If I could find people who knew how to take care of me
If I could find unconditional love, songs without resentment
Courage isn't the same as balls
Burning desire for alcohol, not even God sleeps tonight
Drawing vaginas on the popcorn ceiling
What have I done? I forget half of it after I tell you
Blood on the pillow, I'm going to die alone
I can handle 3 or 4, I'm dying for 3 or 4
In the movie I'm never the bad guy, or the good guy, I do the soundtrack and I don't get any credit
I haven't gotten any benefit from putting up with their shit
Sometimes I think I was lying
I told you already, the boatman said it, pretty girls don't pay a euro
I told you already, the boatman said it, my girl is the richest in the cemetery
How many sons of bitches want to see me on my knees, turn off my music, leave me without a chair
How many scumbags want to see me suffer whatever, as long as I write them about it
Your pool of tears splashes on me, as I cry trying to fix it
To a photo on any tombstone, my pool of blood splashes on you, I am not the body of Christ
Drink my blood