Paroles et traduction Los Aldeanos - El BY12

El BY12

Esta puede ser la Historia
de una de esas mujeres a las
que les aman por la primera
mala palabra que te viene
a la mente, que no ven
mas allá de su apariencia
aveces cuando vemos a
alguien que supuestamente
equivoco el camino
un poco mas que nosotros
nos convertimos en los
mas crueles jueces
así funciona la Humanidad
así funciona la sociedad
ella sabe de falsas promesas
de engaño llanto sin amparo
de marcas bebidas y salidas
a lugares caros, los dos lados
de la vida y saber sufrir riendo
ella tubo que aprender a ser mujer
antes de tiempo, ella vive ardiendo
pero de frialdad se viste tiene la
fuerza de cientos y la mirada de una
niña triste, ella resiste se controla
acompañandose a si misma
eso abisma el prisma de una isla sola
sola tuvo que aprenderlo todo
buscar salidas y ganarse la vida a su modo
se aprendio el todo o nada y a
luchar codo con codo fingio no ser
brillante como un diamante enterrado
en el lodo, sabe de apodos y de
modas al detalle calcular profundo
y manejar asuntos en la calle
sabe hacer que quien la conozca
nuca olvide su nombre y conoce
mil secretos para enloquecer
a un hombre
Nadie sabe de donde, cuando y cuanto
puede florcer su amor
de indiferencia hizo su
escudo protector
se comporta segun la situacion
y el contexto porque
porta mascaras y siempre avansa tras
un plan maestro lo cierto es que nadie
sabe cuantas lagrimas derrama
nadie sabe cuan tierna y dulce
puede ser cuando ama
ninguno en el teatro de su vida
aprendio la trama la miran
solo para ver el horizonte de su cama
princesita de un reino de acusaciones
y cerrojos porque lo esencial es
invisible a los ojos todos cuentan
su Historia y nadie sabe, las miradas
no rompen las barreras del maquillaje
la flor que en el jardin con veneno estan regando
su diario solo guarda paginas en blanco
su apariencia y su interior no compaginan
ella se conoce la sociedad se la imagina
ella tiene un corazon y de pasion un mar
una parte del alma vacia y la otra parte
de mucho para dar, una forma propia
de besar, mal Humor a veces con un
lugar para el dolor y un mundo al que
no pertenece, ella parase ser feliz
hasta que se estrella con la
realidad, y se da cuenta que solo
se tiene a ella su amor ahogado
soledad y juventud que navega en
sueños con diferente latitud su
actitud sufre la esclavitud de la
hostilidad su verdad guarda en un ataúd
la sensibilidad, es una flor sin jardinero
pero con fragilidad oculta tras espinas
para retirar la debilidad con facilidad
simpre entrega mas y se siente bien
asiendo sentir bien a los demas
vive buscando paz y mucho mas
ahora que su vida cambia poco a
poco, gracias a un loco romance
a escondidas que se anida
en espacios de tiempos rectos
el tiene su Historia ella lo acepta
y dice ok te compre con defectos
pasan momentos entre abrasos y
besos, hacen temblar las paredes
suelen entregarse a algo mas que
el sexo, es un nexo que a oscuras
fulgura y se acaba rapido dice
que todo es magico hasta que el
se va y ahí esta enterrando mas
amor... avanza la niña mujer
que aprendio todo menos perder
la esperanza.
princesita de un reino
de acusaciones y cerrojos porque
lo esencia es invisible a los ojos todos
cuentan su Historia y nadie sabe
las miradas no rompen las barreras del
maquillaje, la flor que en el jardin con
veneno estan regando su diario solo guarda
paginas en blanco su apariencia y su interior
no compaginan ella se conoce
la sociedad se la imagina
ella es la Luz que todos miran como
noche, la rosa desojada en las esquinas
el mas bello tesoro guardado en el mas
feos de los cofres ...
ella se conoce la sociedad se la imagina

El BY12

This may be the story
from one of those women to the
that they love them for the first
a bad word that comes to you
to the mind, that they don't see
beyond his appearance
sometimes when we see a
someone who supposedly
i take the wrong path
a little more than us
we became the
cruelest judges
this is how humanity works
this is how society works
she knows about false promises
of deception crying without protection
from brands drinks and outings
to expensive places, the two sides
of life and knowing how to suffer laughing
she tube to learn to be a woman
before her time, she lives on fire
but of coldness he dresses has the
strength of hundreds and the gaze of a
sad girl, she resists she controls herself
accompanying herself
that abysses the prism of a single island
alone she had to learn everything
looking for ways out and making a living your way
i learned everything or nothing and a...
fighting side by side I pretended not to be
bright as a buried diamond
in the mud, he knows about nicknames and
fashions in detail calculate deep
and handle business on the street
she knows how to make anyone who knows her
never forget your name and get to know
a thousand secrets to go crazy
to a man
No one knows from where, when and how much
he can blossom his love
of indifference he made his
protective shield
behaves according to the situation
the context because
he carries masks and always advances after
a master plan the truth is that no one
he knows how many tears he sheds
no one knows how tender and sweet
it can be when she loves
none in the theater of his life
i learned the plot they look at it
just to see the horizon of his bed
little princess of a kingdom of accusations
and locks because the essential thing is
invisible to the eyes everyone counts
his story and no one knows, the looks
they do not break the barriers of makeup
the flower that is being watered in the garden with poison
his diary keeps only blank pages
its appearance and its interior do not combine
she knows herself society imagines her
she has a heart and of passion a sea
one part of the soul is empty and the other part
of so much to give, a way of its own
of kissing, moody at times with a
place for pain and a world to which
she doesn't belong, she'll stop to be happy
until he crashes into the
reality, and he realizes that only
he has to her his love drowned
loneliness and youth that sails in
dreams with different latitude su
attitude suffers the slavery of the
hostility his truth he keeps in a coffin
sensitivity is a flower without a gardener
but with fragility hidden behind thorns
to remove weakness easily
always deliver more and it feels good
trying to make others feel good
live looking for peace and much more
now that his life changes little to
little, thanks to a crazy romance
sneakily nesting
in spaces of straight times
he has his story she accepts him
and he says OK I bought you with flaws
moments pass between abrasions and
kisses, they make the walls shake
they usually give themselves to something more than
sex is a connection that in the dark
flash and it's over fast says
that everything is magical until the
he leaves and there he is burying more
love... the girl woman advances
that I learned everything but to lose
the hope.
princess of a kingdom
of accusations and deadlocks because
the essence is invisible to everyone's eyes
they tell their story and no one knows
looks don't break the barriers of the
makeup, the flower that in the garden with
poison are watering your diary just keep
blank pages its appearance and its interior
they do not combine she is known
society imagines her
she is the Light that everyone looks at as
night, the leafless rose in the corners
the most beautiful treasure kept in the...
ugly from the chests...
she knows herself society imagines her