Paroles et traduction El Tri - Cada Quien Su Cruz (En Vivo)

Cada Quien Su Cruz (En Vivo)

Buenas tardes, buenas tardes a todos a todas
Señoras, señores, jóvenes, niños, niñas
La subsecretaría del sistema penitenciario
Se preocupa precisamente por este tipo de eventos
En los cuales requieren (Lora, Lora) de toda
Ya va a empezar Lora, sí ya va a empezar Lora
Ya va a empezar Lora, un segundo, bien

Nada más agradecerles a las autoridades del centro
Que precisamente permitieron que se hiciera este concierto
Este concierto es para ustedes
Este concierto es precisamente por una buena voluntad
Del Tri y de la familia Lora
La directora va a hacer la presentación por favor, gracias

Señoras internas del centro femenil de readaptación social
Santa Martha Acatitla, visitantes, y autoridades de este centro
Queremos decirles que es para nosotros un gran honor
Y una satisfacción poder presentar para ustedes
A Alex Lora y El Tri, agradecemos la buena voluntad de ellos
Agradecemos mucho a Alex Lora y su grupo
Su buena voluntad para presentarse en este centro
Los dejo con ellos, gracias

Que se oigan esas palmas raza

Ahora que tiene a sus hijos
Ahora que carga a su propia cruz
Ahora que tiene a sus hijos
Ahora que carga a su propia Cruz

Ahora que sufre sus penas
Ahora que canta su propio blues
La vida nos da y nos quita
Es que la vida es canija
La vida nos da y nos quita
Es que la vida es canija
Y todo el mundo anda de lado
Y arrastrando la cobija

Yo creo que Dios está enojado
Con la humanidad
Por eso nos manda tanta calamidad
Tantas desgracias, tantas tragedias
Tantas envidias si, tantas miserias

Pa′ mí que Dios está enojado
Con la humanidad
Y es que ya se ha de haber cansado
De tanta estupidez y tanta necedad
De tanta necedad

No oigo esas palmas

Pa' mí que Dios está enojado
Con la humanidad
Por eso nos manda tanta calamidad
Tantas desgracias, tantas tragedias
Tantas envidias si, tantas miserias

Pa′ mí que Dios está enojado
Con la humanidad
Y es que ya se ha de haber cansado
De tanta estupidez y tanta necedad

A saltar toda la raza

Pa' que nacimos mamá
Le dijo un niño a su madre
Pa' que nacimos mamá
Le preguntó un niño a su madre

Nacimos por accidente mijo
A cualquiera puede pasarle (esas palmas Santa Martha)
Nacimos por accidente mijo
A cualquiera puede pasarle
Nacimos por accidente
A cualquiera puede pasarle

Each One With Their Own Cross (Live)

Good afternoon, good afternoon to everyone
Ladies, gentlemen, young people, boys, girls
The Undersecretary of the Penitentiary System
Is concerned precisely about this type of event
In which they require (Lora, Lora) of all
Lora is about to start, yes, Lora is about to start
Lora is about to start, one second, okay

Just to thank the authorities of the center
Who precisely allowed this concert to take place
This concert is for you
This concert is precisely out of good will
From El Tri and the Lora family
The director is going to make the presentation please, thank you

Female inmates of the Santa Martha Acatitla Women's Social Readaptation Center
Visitors, and authorities of this center
We want to tell you that it is a great honor for us
And a satisfaction to be able to present to you
Alex Lora and El Tri, we appreciate their good will
We are very grateful to Alex Lora and his group
Their good will to perform at this center
I leave you with them, thank you

Let's hear those hands clap, people

Now that she has her children
Now that she carries her own cross
Now that she has her children
Now that she carries her own cross

Now that she suffers her sorrows
Now that she sings her own blues
Life gives and takes away
Life is a bitch
Life gives and takes away
Life is a bitch
And everyone is walking sideways
And dragging the blanket

I think God is angry
With humanity
That's why he sends us so much calamity
So many misfortunes, so many tragedies
So much envy, yes, so much misery

For me, God is angry
With humanity
And he must have gotten tired
Of so much stupidity and so much foolishness
Of so much foolishness

I can't hear those hands

For me, God is angry
With humanity
That's why he sends us so much calamity
So many misfortunes, so many tragedies
So much envy, yes, so much misery

For me, God is angry
With humanity
And he must have gotten tired
Of so much stupidity and so much foolishness

Everyone jump up

What were we born for, Mom?
A child said to his mother
What were we born for, Mom?
A child asked his mother

We were born by accident, son
It can happen to anyone (clap your hands Santa Martha)
We were born by accident, son
It can happen to anyone
We were born by accident
It can happen to anyone