Paroles et traduction Manotas feat. Bodka 37 - Pistolas y Carriolas

Pistolas y Carriolas

La mujer da vida y el hombre muerte
Tendrás que nacer de nuevo pa' volver aver que,
Unos nacen y otros mueren
Eterna historia existir entre pistolas y carriolas,
Entre pistolas y carriolas,
Ente pristolas y carriolas,
Entre pistolas y carriolas.

Amanecer soleado en este edén terrenal,
Mamá toma café la nena come cereal,
La abuela se persigna es una mañana especial
Por que la nieta de sus ojos empieza maternal,
Parece que fue ayer que le cambiaba el pañal,
Y hoy tiene que soltarla en este mundo bestial,
Y sabe bien lo que espera casi conoce el final
De esta tragicomedia que llamamos respirar,
Por algo bien que sabe con su hija fue igual
Adolescente incandescente nunca supo escuchar,
Y antes de los diecisiete le toco ser mamá,
Desfile de carriolas en el multifamiliar
Mandan las mamás solteras en este carnaval
Tienen fuego en las caderas aun saben soñar
No quieren estar solas pero dime ¿en quien confiar?
Si los machos son fantasmas que fingieron amar.

La mujer da vida y el hombre muerte
Tendrás que nacer de nuevo pa' volver aver que,
Unos nacen y otros mueren
Eterna historia existir entre pistolas y carriolas,
Entre pistolas y carriolas,
Ente pristolas y carriolas,
Entre pistolas y carriolas.

Amanecer soleado en este edén terrenal,
El café se puso helado nadie quiso tomar,
La abuela se hace antigua es una noche especial
Por que mataron a su hijo y hoy lo van a velar,
Parece que fue ayer que lo escuchaba jugar,
Y hoy tiene que enterrarlo y no ha podido llorar,
Pues sabe bien lo que le espera al matón al criminal
En la bien conocida fabula del bien contra el mal,
Por algo bien que sabe su marido fue igual
Otro adulto sin estudios que murió por metal
Por que cambiar el plomo en plata es una alquimia letal
Desfile de carrozas en el multifamiliar
¿Ataúd o narcofosa?¿Donde va a descansar?,
La muerte escribe en prosa
Y aquí vino a buscar algún alma deseosa
De encontrar un hogar en un verso en una linea de su obra estelar.

La mujer da vida y el hombre muerte
Tendrás que nacer de nuevo pa' volver aver que,
Unos nacen y otros mueren
Eterna historia existir entre pistolas y carriolas,
Entre pistolas y carriolas,
Ente pristolas y carriolas,
Entre pistolas y carriolas.

Media noche despejada en este edén terrenal
Jose Alfredo en las bocinas y unos tragos de mezcal
La abuela se persigna vivir es especial
Por que la visito el sobrino que se acaba de graduar
Un ingeniero en la familia ¿quién lo fuera a esperar?
Y su hermana esta en la escolta ya lo quiere emular
No todo es negativo en esta jungla infernal,
Y puede que su nieta se feliz al final,
Y que su hija se motive y también sepa triunfar,
Y que los machos hagan plata sin tener que matar
La historia no esta escrita vale la pena luchar
Llorar, sonreír, intentar, fracasar
Carrozas o carriola, pistola o pañal
Tiene la piel correosa la gente del lugar,
La muerte no trae prisa sabe que va a ganar
Dicen que perder apesta pero peor es no jugar.

Guns and Strollers

Woman gives life, and man death.
You’ll have to be born again to see that
Some are born and others die.
Eternal story to exist between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers.

Sunny sunrise in this earthly Eden,
Mom is drinking coffee, the baby is eating cereal,
Grandmother crosses herself, it’s a special morning
Because the apple of her eye is starting motherhood.
It seems like yesterday she was changing her diapers,
And today she has to let her go in this bestial world,
And she knows well what awaits her, she almost knows the ending
Of this tragicomedy we call breathing.
She knows it well because it was the same with her daughter
An incandescent adolescent, she never knew how to listen,
And before seventeen she had to become a mother.
A parade of strollers in the apartment building
Single mothers rule in this carnival.
They have fire in their hips, they still know how to dream.
They don’t want to be alone, but tell me, whom to trust?
If men are ghosts who pretended to love.

Woman gives life, and man death.
You’ll have to be born again to see that
Some are born and others die.
Eternal story to exist between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers.

Sunny sunrise in this earthly Eden,
The coffee got cold, no one wanted to drink it.
The grandmother gets old, it is a special night
Because they killed her son, and today they are going to watch over him.
It seems like yesterday that she listened to him play,
And today she has to bury him and she hasn’t been able to cry,
Because she knows well what awaits the killer, the criminal
In the well-known fable of good versus evil.
She knows it well because it was the same with her husband
Another uneducated adult who died for metal,
Because turning lead into silver is deadly alchemy.
A parade of hearses in the apartment building
Coffin or mass grave? Where will he rest?
Death writes in prose
And here she came to look for some soul desirous
Of finding a home in a verse, in a line of her stellar work.

Woman gives life, and man death.
You’ll have to be born again to see that
Some are born and others die.
Eternal story to exist between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers,
Between guns and strollers.

Clear midnight in this earthly Eden,
Jose Alfredo on the speakers and a few sips of mezcal.
Grandmother crosses herself, living is special
Because her nephew, who just graduated, visited her.
An engineer in the family, who would have thought?
And his sister is in the escort, already wants to emulate him.
Not everything is negative in this infernal jungle,
And maybe her granddaughter will be happy in the end,
And that her daughter will be motivated and also know how to succeed,
And that men make money without having to kill.
History is not written, it’s worth fighting
Crying, smiling, trying, failing.
Hearses or strollers, guns or diapers,
The people of the place have leathery skin,
Death is in no hurry, she knows she's going to win
They say losing sucks, but not playing is even worse.