Paroles et traduction Los Aldeanos - Eterno 2 pa 2

Eterno 2 pa 2

Madre de mi hijo, hija de quien me odia
la mujer de mi historia
tu mi ultima novia
que me a mostrado
entre pecados el camino hacia la gloria
en ceremonias ocultas, por
una oscuridad que obia
la precencia del deseo
en nuestros lechos de cemento
donde quisa fue creado
el proximo espaviento
donde somos libres
libres como el viento
donde se funden dos almas
en un solo cuerpo
el no es el hombre perfecto
tu padres te repiten
por eso hasta con ellos
me niego a compartirte
segun ellos
sufristes porque no te iva ver y
que en mi vida tu,
no eras la unica mujer,
puede ver cuando tu madre
tu tomada te gritaba y
con 6 meses de embarazo
fuertemente te golpeaba
quien te consolaba! eh!
el chiko del pelo malo ¿no?
quien jamas te dio dinero
porque a el no se le dio el hip-hop
no es comico ser el malo del cuento
ni darle un nieto a un padre abuelo
que quieren al padre muerto
aun asi te demuestro que alos muertos
no se matan, porque muerto cada vez
que de te boca sale un tata
te idolatra
el primer hombre de tu vida y
el ultimo a no ser,
que la muerto me lo inpida
mi amiga mi mujer
mi ahija mi consejera
por eso te quiero el doble
de lo que tu me quieras
a la manera que tu quieras
que te quiera, yo te quiero
pero quiero, que me quieras
como quiero y es sin celos
yo quisiera, que supieras
que este caballero espera
que se muera quien no quiera
que me quieras
como quiero, tu
mi eterna compañera
tu el desvelo de este chico
iris yo te necesito
lo juro por nuestro hijito
disculpa si a los cuatro viento
grito que me siento enamorado,
porque enamorado es la palabra
que encuentro para definir
y, sentir en cuanto de existir
TUS PADRES ES MI DIOS
TE ALEJARAN DE MI IRIS
YA ES MIO TU CUERPO
Y TAMBIEN TU CORAZON
Dueña de mi corazon
razon de ser de este lunatico
que andaba sin sentido
perdido en camino erratico
contigo aprendi
que todas no estan echas de plastico
y que el amor no se extrae
de cajeros automatico,
magicos son los momentos
en los que en ti pienso
y confiezo,
que es mucha la fe que hacia ti profeso
llevo un rosario colgado
en mi pecho pero no rezo
porque se que el señor
me bendice atravez de tus besos
besos de los cuales
presindir nunca prodia
pues no sabria que hacer
si seria otro no te dejaria
esto es amor
y no machismo de porqueria
porque amarte celia
es mi concepto de hombria
rebeldia, de dos almas
es nuestra relacion
pues prohibicion
no nos da un periodo de calma
sin mas armas
que el cariño
lucho y curo mis heridas
contras las intrigas
de una familia perfecta entra comillas
sencillamente,
me niego a perderte
pues no poder tenerte
es un castigo permanente
fuerte me mantendre
aunque tus padres
esten enpeñados
en tratarte y tratarme
como a sus subordinados
obligados a entregarnos a escondidas
pero en cada partida
lo damos todos sin medidad
incomprendida
pasion que solo hacemos realidad
con la ocasion y oscuridad
en complicidad
en realidad
pienso que tus desprecios
seria mi tortura
amor bajo censura
que cresca a diario se procura
gracias a dios doy
por entregar a la doncella mas pura
a un vagabundo
caballero sin dorada armadura
CELIA TU ERES MI MUNDO;
IRIS TU MI OTRO YO,
LA QUEREMOS, Y NO LAS DEJAREMOS! NO!
AMARLAS TAREA QUE DIOS NOS OTORGO
USTEDES Y NOSOTROS
ETERNO 2 PA 2 (bis)

Eternal 2 for 2

Mother of my child, daughter of he who hates me
the woman of my story
my last girlfriend
who has shown me
the path to glory amidst sins
in hidden ceremonies, through
a darkness that conceals
the presence of desire
on our beds of cement
where perhaps was created
the next awakening
where we are free
free as the wind
where two souls merge
into one body
He's not the perfect man
your parents repeat to you
that's why even with them
I refuse to share you
according to them
you suffered because I wouldn't see you and
that in my life you,
were not the only woman,
I could see when your mother
drunk, yelled at you and
with 6 months of pregnancy
strongly hit you
who comforted you! huh!
the guy with the bad hair right?
who never gave you money
because hip-hop wasn't given to him
it's not funny to be the villain of the story
nor to give a grandson to a grandfather
who wants the father dead
still I show you that the dead
are not killed, because dead every time
that a "daddy" comes out of your mouth
he idolizes you
the first man in your life and
the last one unless,
death prevents me
my friend, my wife
my daughter, my counselor
that's why I love you twice
as much as you love me
in the way you want
that you love me, I love you
but I want you to love me
as I love and it is without jealousy
I wish you knew
that this gentleman waits
for whoever doesn't want to die to die
that you love me
as I love, you
my eternal companion
you are the sleeplessness of this boy
Iris, I need you
I swear by our little son
sorry if to the four winds
I scream that I feel in love,
because in love is the word
that I find to define
and, feel as much as to exist
YOUR PARENTS ARE MY GOD
THEY WILL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME IRIS
YOUR BODY IS ALREADY MINE
AND ALSO YOUR HEART
Owner of my heart
reason for being of this lunatic
who walked without meaning
lost in an erratic path
with you I learned
that not all are made of plastic
and that love is not extracted
from ATMs,
magical are the moments
in which I think of you
and I confess,
that it is much faith that I profess towards you
I wear a rosary hanging
on my chest but I don't pray
because I know the Lord
blesses me through your kisses
kisses of which
I could never do without
because I wouldn't know what to do
if I were another I wouldn't leave you
this is love
and not crappy machismo
because loving you Celia
is my concept of manhood
rebellion, of two souls
is our relationship
because prohibition
does not give us a period of calm
without more weapons
than affection
I fight and heal my wounds
against the intrigues
of a perfect family in quotes
simply,
I refuse to lose you
because not being able to have you
is a permanent punishment
I will stay strong
although your parents
are determined
to treat you and me
as their subordinates
forced to surrender ourselves in hiding
but in each game
we give it all without measure
misunderstood
passion that we only make real
with the occasion and darkness
in complicity
actually
I think your contempt
would be my torture
love under censorship
that it grows daily is sought
thank god I give
for delivering the purest maiden
to a vagabond
gentleman without golden armor
CELIA YOU ARE MY WORLD;
IRIS YOU ARE MY OTHER ME,
WE LOVE YOU, AND WE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU! NO!
LOVING YOU IS A TASK THAT GOD HAS GRANTED US
YOU AND US
ETERNAL 2 FOR 2 (repeat)