Paroles et traduction Los Angeles Negros - A Ti

A Ti

A ti que de todo te ríes, y que nunca piensas
Y que vives esperando que otros, arreglen las cosas
Mientras tú disfrutas de lo que ellos consiguen

Yo traigo la verdad en mi palabra
Vengo a decirte de un niño sin abrigo
Vengo a decirte que hay inviernos que nos muerden
De la falta de un amigo

Vengo a contarte que hay luces que nos hieren
Que existen noches sin whisky ni placeres
Vengo a decirte que está cerca tu condena
Hoy una madre murió de pena

Déjame cantar tengo vergüenza
De ser humano como tú y en tu presencia
Descubrirme a mí mismo en tu figura
Qué poca cosa somos sin ternura

A ti que aún puedes reír, tan solo vengo a pedirte
Un pequeño favor que me des un minuto
De tu tiempo mejor para darte lo mío
En mi mejor canción

Yo traigo la verdad en mi palabra
Vengo a decirte de un niño sin abrigo
Vengo a decirte que hay inviernos que nos muerden
De la falta de un amigo

Vengo a contarte que hay luces que nos hieren
Que existen noches sin whisky ni placeres
Vengo a decirte que está cerca tu condena
Hoy una madre murió de pena

Déjame cantar tengo vergüenza
De ser humano como tú y en tu presencia
Descubrirme a mí mismo en tu figura
Qué poca cosa somos sin ternura

To You

To you, that laughs at everything, never thinking
And expecting others to take care of things.
While you enjoy the fruits of their labor.

I bring you the truth in my words.
I come to tell you about a child without a coat.
I come to tell you that there are winters that bite down hard,
Due to the lack of a friend.

I come to tell you about lights that shine and hurt.
That there are nights without whiskey or pleasure.
I come to tell you that your judgment is near.
That a mother died of grief today.

Let me sing, my dear, for I am ashamed,
To be human just like you, in your presence.
To find myself within your figure,
How insignificant we are without compassion.

To you who still laugh, I come to ask only one thing:
Give me a minute of your time,
So that I may give you mine,
In my best song.

I bring you the truth in my words.
I come to tell you about a child without a coat.
I come to tell you that there are winters that bite down hard,
Due to the lack of a friend.

I come to tell you about lights that shine and hurt.
That there are nights without whiskey or pleasure.
I come to tell you that your judgment is near.
That a mother died of grief today.

Let me sing, my dear, for I am ashamed,
To be human just like you, in your presence.
To find myself within your figure,
How insignificant we are without compassion.