Paroles et traduction Mario El Cachorro Delgado - Tu Eres

Tu Eres

El de la torta, te acueras?, el del combito
El que te decia vente mata a ese puerquito
Saca la 40, vuelvete loquito
Pero como sufri cuando me mataron a Vito.

Vamo a matano de decia, yo tu no me quito
Saca la 40, vuelvete loquito
Pero en las noches
A mi cristo le pedia
Señor porfavor, cuida a mi hermanito.

Eres el artista del momento eres la moda todos quieren dar tus pasos!!
Pero te sientes solo!!
Eres un payaso!!

Detras de una chica, de un bm, de una casa esconde tu fracaso!!
Y sigues vacio!!
Eres un payaso!!

Te crees el terror, controlando todo con balaso
Pero ten cuidao que los amigos estan escasos
Te dicen que te aman y te dan un abraso
Y cuando das la espalda te llenan de plomazo.

Y tus hijos se quedan solo y no le hacen ni caso
Tu esposa a tu pana, se le entrega en los brasos
Y a tus hijos el nuevo papi los llena'e cantasos
Y a ti ya te enterraron, fuiste un payaso.

Eres el artista del momento eres la moda todos quieren dar tus pasos!!
Pero te sientes solo!!
Eres un payaso!!

Detras de una chica, de un bm, de una casa esconde tu fracaso!!
Y sigues vacio!!
Eres un payaso!!

Yo era el payaso que decia que la vida era una cura
Que cojieras las chamacas y que le hicieras travesuras
Pero en las noches le pedia al Dios de la altura
Señor cuida a mi hija, que se mantenga pura.

Y te decia dale pa lo oscuro pa'que la calientes
"Dale calor." pa'que veas como se siente
Pero en las noches, a mi cristo le pedia
Señor cuida a mi hija, que no manifieste.

Eres el artista del momento eres la moda todos quieren dar tus pasos!!
Pero te sientes solo!!
Eres un payaso!!

Detras de una chica, de un bm, de una casa esconde tu fracaso!!
Y sigues vacio!!
Eres un payaso!!

Son 15 años en esto, tu crees que yo bromeo
O que es una emocion, o que esto es un tripeo
Yo tengo mil historias, que puedo contarte
Como la de berto el de Garateo
Que pa'los 90 tenia un combo de 70
Tenia 40 pana, y una fama violenta
Ni el combo ni el dinero, el dolor evita
Hoy esta preso y nadie lo visita.

Primos que se matan, como Benji y Lelo
Hermanos de criansa, como Black y Raelo
Tu no eres intocable, hoy puedes ser tu
Me acuerdo de mi hermano, Tito Bolondru
La calle te da alas, tu te crees que vuelas
El diablo y la muerte, dandote gabela
Tu das la vida y todo por la calle
Y terminas muerto como Israel 'e Manuela.

Que nunca te cojan eso eso es un mito
El diablo te usa, para hacer el delito
Despues que te matan nadie te recuerda
Todavia lloro a mi hermano Vito
Como pichile, juan de dio, goldo pitel y aleta
La calle te vence, papi aqui no hay metas
No es pa'meterte miedo, es pa'que abras los ojos
Y sepa que en la vida, la muerte no respeta.

You Are

The one with the cake, remember?, the one with the combito
The one who told you come on, kill that piglet
Take out the 40, go crazy
But how I suffered when they killed Vito.

We're going to kill him, he said, I won't let you take me away
Take out the 40, go crazy
But at night
I prayed to my Christ
Lord, please, take care of my little brother.

You are the artist of the moment, you are the fashion, everyone wants to follow your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You are a clown!!

Behind a girl, a BM, a house hides your failure!!
And you remain empty!!
You are a clown!!

You think you're the terror, controlling everything with bullets
But be careful, your friends are scarce
They tell you they love you and give you a hug
And when you turn your back, they fill you with bullets.

And your children are left alone and don't pay any attention
Your wife is with your friend, she gives herself to him in his arms
And your children, the new daddy fills them with slaps
And you're already buried, you were a clown.

You are the artist of the moment, you are the fashion, everyone wants to follow your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You are a clown!!

Behind a girl, a BM, a house hides your failure!!
And you remain empty!!
You are a clown!!

I was the clown who said life was a cure
That you should take the girls and play tricks on them
But at night I prayed to the God of the heights
Lord, take care of my daughter, keep her pure.

And I told you to go into the dark to heat her up
"Give her heat." so you can see how it feels
But at night, I prayed to my Christ
Lord, take care of my daughter, that she doesn't manifest.

You are the artist of the moment, you are the fashion, everyone wants to follow your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You are a clown!!

Behind a girl, a BM, a house hides your failure!!
And you remain empty!!
You are a clown!!

It's been 15 years in this, you think I'm joking
Or that it's an emotion, or that this is a trip
I have a thousand stories that I can tell you
Like Berto from Garateo
Who in the 90s had a gang of 70
He had 40 friends, and a violent reputation
Neither the gang nor the money, the pain avoids
Today he's in prison and nobody visits him.

Cousins who kill each other, like Benji and Lelo
Childhood friends, like Black and Raelo
You are not untouchable, today it could be you
I remember my brother, Tito Bolondru
The street gives you wings, you think you fly
The devil and death, giving you a bribe
You give your life and everything for the street
And you end up dead like Israel 'e Manuela.

That you never get caught, that's a myth
The devil uses you to commit the crime
After they kill you, nobody remembers you
I still cry for my brother Vito
Like Pichile, Juan de Dio, Goldo Pitel and Aleta
The street conquers you, daddy, there are no goals here
It's not to scare you, it's to open your eyes
And know that in life, death has no respect.