Paroles et traduction Ikah feat. Zenit - Quien Cuida De Mi?

Quien Cuida De Mi?

Quién cuida de mí, dime quién es
Quién mira por mí, quién.
Quién reza por mí, quien puede adherir la paz a mi karma, dime quién es.
Sobre la faz de la tierra, en los tiempos de guerra que corren, socorren a este corazón.
Preso del tempo por ésta canción, que sólo con besos me llena de calma. Cuenta la historia que en las calles no hay gloria, nadie tiene memoria y cada cual con su escoria.
No tienen pasado, lo han dejado olvidado.
No rezan por mí, no cuidan de mí.
Dura es la historia si no hay pena, no hay gloria, preparando la oratoria y subirse a la noria.
No saben si han sido, mas nunca lo han fingido.
Quién reza por mí, quién cuida de mí. Quién pega los carteles, quién quema los papeles.
Si hacen cortos no ven, las calles no se mueven.
Voy sola y tú me hueles.
No tengo lo que quieres
No tengo lo que quieres,
Que quieres.
No quiero gritar más,
Hoy quiero quitar las telarañas que ensucian el arca
De ese desván donde aguarda el guarda que guarda recuerdos que salvan los muebles que habitan el alma.
En duelos entre el bien y el mal, la arena y la cal, lo opaco cristal es la pena que ciega el sol de mi despertar al alba,
Quien ilumina tu ser.
Si desde ayer el amor en tu vida se acaba, si a la amistad la fulmina la envidia, si el rosa se tiñe de malva.
Si tu camino se corta o si tu lengua ya no se comporta, y se traba en la huída suicida.
Si incluso tu última esperanza la das por perdida. Calles desiertas, siento dedos que cuentan llamando a las puertas.
No hayo respuesta, patada sin fuerza, quedo ciega y entienta.
Qué vas a lograr, el miedo implantar, tu culo salvar, no mirar atrás.
No rezan por mí, no miran por mí, quién cuida de mí.
Cuenta la historia que en las calles no hay gloria,
Nadie tiene memoria y cada cual con su escoria.
No tienen pasado, lo han dejado olvidado.
No rezan por mí, no cuidan de mí.
Dura es la historia si no hay pena, no hay gloria,
Preparando la oratoria y subirse a la noria.
No saben si han sido, mas nunca lo han fingido.
Quién reza por mí, quién cuida de mí.
Yo cuido a la gente para que me de el calor que me siga haciendo sentir especial.
La mezcla perfecta entre el dulce y la sal, la curva que escribe el declive final. Cuido la voz que describe la misma verdad que la mano escribe, la única que sobrevive a ésta herida.
Cuido el Hip-Hop porque el Hip-Hop me cuida.
Alguien reza por tí, alguien reza por tí.
Alguien cuida de tí, alguien cuida de tí.
Alguien reza por tí, alguien reza por tí.
Alguien cuida de tí, alguien cuida de tí.
Alguien reza por tí, alguien reza por tí.
Alguien cuida de tí, alguien cuida de tí.
Alguien reza por tí, alguien reza por tí.

Quién cuida de mí, quién cuida de mí.

Who's Watching Over Me?

Who's watching over me, tell me who it is
Who's looking out for me, who.
Who prays for me, who can attach peace to my karma, tell me who it is.
On the face of the earth, in the times of war that are going on, help this heart.
Imprisoned by time by this song, that only fills me with calm with kisses. The story says that on the streets there's no glory, nobody has memory and each one with their scum.
They don't have a past, they've left it forgotten.
They don't pray for me, they don't watch over me.
The story is hard if there's no pain, no glory, preparing the oratory and getting on the Ferris wheel.
They don't know if they've been, but they've never pretended.
Who prays for me, who watches over me. Who pastes the posters, who burns the papers.
If they shoot short films they don't see, the streets don't move.
I go alone and you smell me.
I don't have what you want
I don't have what you want,
That you want.
I don't want to yell anymore,
Today I want to remove the cobwebs that dirty the ark
Of that attic where the guard awaits that guards memories that save the furniture that inhabit the soul.
In duels between good and evil, the sand and the lime, the opaque crystal is the pain that blinds the sun of my awakening at dawn,
Who illuminates your being.
If since yesterday the love in your life ends, if envy kills friendship, if pink is tinged with mauve.
If your path is cut short or if your tongue no longer behaves, and gets stuck in the suicidal flight.
If even your last hope is given up as lost. Deserted streets, I feel fingers that count calling at the doors.
I find no answer, a kick without strength, I go blind and obstinate.
What are you going to achieve, implant fear, save your butt, not look back.
They don't pray for me, they don't watch over me, who watches over me.
The story says that on the streets there's no glory,
Nobody has memory and each one with their scum.
They don't have a past, they've left it forgotten.
They don't pray for me, they don't watch over me.
The story is hard if there's no pain, no glory,
Preparing the oratory and getting on the Ferris wheel.
They don't know if they've been, but they've never pretended.
Who prays for me, who watches over me.
I take care of people so that they give me the warmth that continues to make me feel special.
The perfect mix between the sweet and the salt, the curve that writes the final decline. I take care of the voice that describes the same truth that the hand writes, the only one that survives this wound.
I take care of Hip-Hop because Hip-Hop takes care of me.
Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you.
Someone is watching over you, someone is watching over you.
Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you.
Someone is watching over you, someone is watching over you.
Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you.
Someone is watching over you, someone is watching over you.
Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you.

Who watches over me, who watches over me.