Paroles et traduction Manny Montes - Ellos Se Matan

Ellos Se Matan

No se q le paso a mi corillo
Q en la calle están perdiendo el tiempo,
Súmale su casa está sufriendo,
Pues si siguen así no los verán vivos

Y ellos se matan por matarse
Sus vidas arrebatarse
No importándoles el riesgo que ellos tengan que tomar
En un hospital enfermarse, sufrir años en la cárcel
O que sus cuerpos en un cementerio q tengan que enterrar,

Es el precio de este juego...
Es el precio de este juego

Y no entiendo porque se matan ellos mismos
Y no es por bala, es porque han caído en abismo
De la droga, sustancia que los encadena,
Gente digna de admiración ahora son gentes de desfina
Oye mi amigo que te paso porque caíste
Solo por el simple hecho de que te envolviste,
Que fácil se te hiso caer que sencillo,
Te acuerdas la bienvenida de todo el corillo
Con un cigarro en mano todos te recibieron
Y al ver que caíste tanto, donde están.?
Todos se fueron
Jamás pensaste q fueras victima del desprecio
Y por tus malas decisiones este ha sido el mal precio
Y te preguntas a ti mismo y te roga tu conciencia
¿Como es posible que ahora yo tenga tan mala apariencia.
¿ Y donde están aquellas personas
Quienes todos admiraban
Los que cuando lo veían iban y lo saludaban,
Donde esta el hijo querido que a su Madre respetaba.?
¿Donde esta aquel buen Padre que a sus hijos adoraba.?
Encerrado en 4 paredes sin esperanza
Tratando de buscar la solución y no la alcanza,
Avanza hoy te tengo una alternativa
Hay una mano extendida haya arriba
Que siempre ha estado aunque tu no la hayas
Visto es la mano de nuestro Señor Jesucristo.

Y ellos se matan por matarse
Sus vidas arrebatarse
No importándoles el riesgo que ellos tengan que tomar
En un hospital enfermarse sufrir años en la cárcel
O que sus cuerpos en un cementerio tengan que enterrar,
Es el precio de este juego.
El precio de este juego.

Y a su mundo entraste solo por curiosidad
Y ahora no puedes salir pues para ti es necesidad,
Y es que muchos dijeron
Que esa sustancia era mágica
Pero no te advirtieron
Que mas luego iba ser trágica
Y ahora a las drogas por cada calle estruja
Y eso que decía que le tenia miedo a las agujas
Tu mismo creaste tu cárcel
A otro no le eches la culpa
Porque cuando te aconsejaban decías
.Soy persona adulta
Y fueron tantos los problemas
Y la influencia de tus panas
Que ahora no encuentras salida
Y de vivir no tienes ganas
La muerte te esta velando ya a esa vida ponle freno
Y deja de castigarte con ese malo veneno,
Antes ganabas buen dinero
Pues tenias buen oficio
Y ahora ya no tienes nada por ese maldito vicio,
Recuerda que decía
Yo nunca caer en ese mundo
Y vas vagando por la calle
Y tu vida no tiene rumbo
Pero avanza
Hoy te doy una alternativa
Hay una mano extendida haya arriba
Que siempre ha estado aunque tu no la hayas visto,
Es la mano de nuestro Señor Jesucristo...

No se que le paso a mi corillo
Q en la calle esta perdiendo el tiempo
Súmale su casa esta sufriendo
Pues si siguen así no los vera vivo

Y ellos se matan por matarse
Sus vidas arrebatarse
No importándoles el riesgo que ellos tengan que tomar
En un hospital enfermarse sufrir años en la cárcel
O sus cuerpos en un cementerio tengan que enterrar

Y es el precio de este juego...
El precio de este juego...
De este juego
Es el precio de este juego

They Kill Themselves

I don't know what happened to my crew
Who are wasting their time on the streets,
Add to that, their homes are suffering,
Well, if they continue like this, you won't see them alive.

And they kill themselves for the sake of killing
Snatching away their lives
Not caring about the risk they have to take
Getting sick in a hospital, suffering years in prison
Or that their bodies have to be buried in a cemetery,

It's the price of this game...
It's the price of this game.

And I don't understand why they kill themselves
And it's not by bullets, it's because they've fallen into the abyss
Of drugs, a substance that chains them
People worthy of admiration are now people of disgrace
Hey my friend, what happened to you, why did you fall
Just because you got involved
How easy it was for you to fall, how simple
Do you remember the welcome from the whole crew?
With a cigarette in hand, everyone welcomed you
And seeing you fall so far, where are they?
They all left.
You never thought you'd be a victim of contempt
And for your bad decisions, this has been the bad price
And you ask yourself and your conscience begs you
How is it possible that I now look so bad?
And where are those people
Whom everyone admired
The ones who would go and greet him when they saw him
Where is the beloved son who respected his mother?
Where is that good father who adored his children?
Locked up within 4 walls with no hope
Trying to find the solution but can't reach it
Move forward, today I have an alternative for you
There's a hand extended up there
That has always been there even though you haven't
Seen it, it's the hand of our Lord Jesus Christ.

And they kill themselves for the sake of killing
Snatching away their lives
Not caring about the risk they have to take
Getting sick in a hospital, suffering years in prison
Or that their bodies have to be buried in a cemetery
It's the price of this game.
The price of this game.

And you entered their world just out of curiosity
And now you can't get out because it's a necessity for you,
And many said
That that substance was magical
But they didn't warn you
That later it would be tragic
And now drugs are crushing every street
And that's what they said they were afraid of needles
You created your own prison
Don't blame someone else
Because when they advised you, you said
I'm an adult
And there were so many problems
And the influence of your friends
That now you can't find a way out
And you don't feel like living
Death is already watching you, put a stop to that life
And stop punishing yourself with that bad poison
You used to make good money
Because you had a good job
And now you have nothing because of that damn vice
Remember what you said
I'll never fall into that world
And you're wandering the streets
And your life has no direction
But move forward
Today I give you an alternative
There's a hand extended up there
That has always been there even though you haven't seen it,
It's the hand of our Lord Jesus Christ...

I don't know what happened to my crew
Who are wasting their time on the streets
Add to that, their homes are suffering
Well if they continue like this, you won't see them alive

And they kill themselves for the sake of killing
Snatching away their lives
Not caring about the risk they have to take
Getting sick in a hospital, suffering years in prison
Or that their bodies have to be buried in a cemetery

And it's the price of this game...
The price of this game...
Of this game
It's the price of this game.