Paroles et traduction Killua97 feat. Jsnck! - Cohetes

Cohetes

12 de Julio del 97 salí del vientre
El fruto del amor entre Yaneth y Pablete
Criado a dos ambientes distintos, muy diferentes
Mi madre ama de casa, mi viejo con delincuentes

Conociendo el barrio paseando en brazo e' mi papá
Crecía escuchando Alegria, Metallica y baladas
Viendo balas perdidas en la Pintana
Nadie pensaría que el hijo de Pablo Díaz alegraría masas

Agradezco lo que dio por mi en vida mi mamá
Amor, confianza, consejos y un hombro pa' llorar
Tenía miedo de estudiar porque otro más me iba a molestar

Era la única que el llanto me podía calmar
Fui víctima de abuso por culpa de un familiar
Me costo años de terapia el feliz volver a estar
Ya de grande aprendi a esos demonios aceptar

Pero si veo a ese hijo de perra quizás lo vaya a matar
Crecí con problemas, mucha inestabilidad
Empecé a cantar con cinco
Con doce ya a grabar
A los trece dudaba de mi sexualidad
Y a los quince tenía miedo de lo que se podía hablar

Hasta los dieciocho bebí penas y dolores
Mientras escribía canciones vomitando errores
A los diecinueve me enamoré de verdad
Y supe lo que era amar, sufrír, sufrí por amar

Con veintiuno me perdí
Está deprimido de nuevo
Gracias Vicky, copo y laro por pararme del suelo
Mis padres ya no estaban juntos hace tres años
Estaba faltando el pan
Me empecé a levantar temprano
Me busque otro trabajo para ayudar a mamá
Para que a mis hermanas nada les pudiera faltar

Volví a la música
Me volví a parar
Volví a tener sueños
Volví a la vida amar

Empecé a soltar mis sentimientos dentro de un estudio
Conocí a mi hermano alvi, él también estaba, lo juro
Pelee con mi hermano laro por estupideces
Mi madre nos volvió a juntar el día en que ella fallece

Un martes en la tarde esperándola pa' almorzar
Recibí la noticia de que estaba en el hospital
Mi hermana accidentada, mamá la pudo salvar
Pero ella recibió el choque, no la volví a ver más

Desde ahí me volví un hombre autovalente
Un veinteañero valiente
Buscando el sueño, buscando el billete
Me queda mi abuela y por ella yo quiero ganar
Por mis tíos, por mis hermanas, pa' limpiar mi pesar

Solo me queda dar gracias a los que me han dado su amor
A los que me han tratado como uno más en su rincón
A los artistas que escuchaba y que ahora pa' mi son hermanos
A los que no creyeron, miren ahora donde estamos

Mi madre ahora descansa en paz donde pasan los cohetes
Yo la miro entre logros, entre paletes
Haciendo himnos pa' que los cante mi barrio
Todos los chiquetetes

Desde Santa Rosa directo a llenar los estadios
El orgullo del barrio
Killua97, el killu
Amor a todo horario

Firecrackers

On July 12, 1997, I came out of the womb
The fruit of love between Yaneth and Pablete
Raised in two very different environments
My mother a housewife, my old man with criminals

Getting to know the neighborhood while walking in my father's arms
I grew up listening to Alegria, Metallica and ballads
Watching stray bullets in La Pintana
No one would think that the son of Pablo Díaz would make the masses happy

I am grateful for what my mother gave to me in life
Love, trust, advice and a shoulder to cry on
I was afraid to study because someone else was going to bother me

She was the only one who could calm my crying
I was a victim of abuse by a family member
It took me years of therapy to get back to being happy
As an adult, I have learned to accept those demons

But if I see that son of a bitch, I might go kill him
I grew up with problems, a lot of instability
I started singing at five
Recording at twelve
At thirteen I doubted my sexuality
And at fifteen I was afraid of what could be talked about

Until I was eighteen, I drank sorrows and pains
While writing songs and spewing out mistakes
At nineteen I fell in love for real
And I knew what it was like to love, to suffer, to suffer for love

At twenty-one, I lost myself
I'm depressed again
Thanks to Vicky, Copo and Laro for picking me up off the ground
My parents hadn't been together for three years
There was a lack of bread
I started getting up early
I got another job to help my mother
So that my sisters would not lack anything

I went back to music
I stood up again
I started having dreams again
I returned to loving life

I started releasing my feelings in a studio
I met my brother Alvi, he was also there, I swear
I fought with my brother Laro over stupid things
My mother brought us back together the day she died

On a Tuesday afternoon while waiting for her to have lunch
I received the news that she was in the hospital
My sister had an accident, my mother was able to save her
But she received the shock, I never saw her again

Since then I have become a self-sufficient man
A courageous twenty-year-old
Chasing the dream, chasing the money
I still have my grandmother and I want to win for her
For my uncles, for my sisters, to cleanse my sorrow

All I have left is to give thanks to those who have given me their love
To those who have treated me like one of their own in their corner
To the artists I used to listen to and who are now my brothers
To those who didn't believe, look where we are now

My mother now rests in peace where the firecrackers go off
I look at her through my achievements, through my success
Making anthems for my neighborhood to sing
All the little kids

From Santa Rosa straight to filling the stadiums
The pride of the neighborhood
Killua97, the Killu
Love at all hours