Paroles et traduction Los Mier - Alas Rotas

Alas Rotas

No por que me vez las alas rotas
Vayas a creer que estoy vencido
He sufrido ya muchas derrotas
Pero nunca, nunca me he rendido
Puedo derramar la sangre a gotas
Sin aparentar que voy herido...

No por que eres rica y poderosa
Y tengas al mundo en una mano
Y tu imagen mira es orgullosa
Vallas a ignorar que el mundo es vano
Tu mejor virtud es ser hermosa pero acabara tarde o temprano...

Que va a ser de tí pobre inocente cuando la belleza se te acabe
No vaz a encontrar ningún valiente que te reconozca y o que te alabe
Te va a despreciar toda la gente eso si mi Amor ni duda cabe...

Brinda con champán si así lo quieres
Al cabo eres bella todavía,
Que te importa a tí que el mundo ruede
Sigue derrochando tu alegria
Todavía los hombres te prefieren
De que te preocupes vida mía...

No por que me vez las alas rotas
Vayas a creer que estoy vencido
He sufrido ya muchas derrotas
Pero nunca, nunca me he rendido
Puedo derramar la sangre a gotas
Sin aparentar que voy herido...

No por que me vez adolorido
Vayas a creerme derrotado
De mejores lados me han corrido
Y peores tormentas he pasado
Y cuando del cielo me he caido
El mismo dolor me ha levantado...

Broken Wings

Don't think because you see my broken wings,
That I'm defeated and will never soar.
I've faced countless losses and bitter stings,
But I've never, ever given up before.
I may shed blood drop by drop,
But I won't let on that I'm hurting...

Don't think because you're wealthy and grand,
With the world in the palm of your hand,
And your image so proud and bold,
That you can ignore that the world is old.
Your greatest asset is your beauty, but it will fade sooner or later...

What will become of you, poor innocent, when your beauty fades away?
You won't find a single brave soul to recognize or praise you.
Everyone will despise you, my love, there's no doubt about it...

Toast with champagne if you wish,
For now, you're still beautiful.
Why should you care if the world crumbles?
Keep on squandering your joy,
While men still prefer you.
Why should you worry, my dear...

Don't think because you see my broken wings,
That I'm defeated and will never soar.
I've faced countless losses and bitter stings,
But I've never, ever given up before.
I may shed blood drop by drop,
But I won't let on that I'm hurting...

Don't think because you see me hurting
That I'm defeated and broken.
I've been run out of better places,
And I've weathered worse storms.
And when I've fallen from the sky,
The pain itself has lifted me up...