Paroles et traduction Mercedes Sosa con Vicentico - Parao

Parao

Hay quien ve la luz al final de su tunel
Y construye un nuevo tunel, pa' no ver,
Y se queda entre lo oscuro, y se consume,
Lamentando lo que nunca llegó a ser.
Yo no fui el mejor ejemplo y te lo admito,
Fácil es juzgar la noche al otro día;
Pero fui sincero, y éso sí lo grito,
Que yo nunca he hipotecado al alma mía!
Si yo he vivido parao, ay que me entierren parao;
Si pagué el precio que paga el que no vive arrodillao!
La vida me ha restregao, pero jamás me ha planchao.
En la buena y en la mala, voy con los dientes pelaos!
Sonriendo y de pie: siempre parao!
Las desgracias hacen fuerte al sentimiento
Si asimila cada golpe que ha aguantao.
La memoria se convierte en un sustento,
Celebrando cada rio que se ha cruzao.
Me pregunto, cómo puede creerse vivo,
El que existe pa' culpar a los demás?
Que se calle y que se salga del camino,
Y que deje al resto del mundo caminar!
A mí me entierran parao.
Ay, que me entierren parao!
Ahí te dejo mi sonrisa y todo lo que me han quitao.
Lo que perdí no he llorao, si yo he vivido sobrao,
Dando gracias por las cosas
Que en la ruta me he encontrao.
Sumo y resto en carne propia,
De mi conciencia abrazao.
Parao! aunque me haya equivocao,
Aunque me hayan señalao,
Parao! en agua de luna mojao,
Disfrutando la memoria de los rios que he cruzao,
Aunque casi me haya ahogao, sigo parao!

Parao

There are those who see the light at the end of their tunnel,
And they build a new tunnel, so they won't see,
And they stay in the dark, and they waste away,
Regretting what never came to be.
I wasn't the best example, and I admit it to you,
It's easy to judge the night in the morning light,
But I was sincere, and that I shout,
That I have never mortgaged my soul!
If I have lived paralyzed, then bury me standing up,
If I paid the price of not living on my knees!
Life has harassed me, but it has never flattened me.
In good times and bad, I go with my teeth bared!
Smiling and standing: always standing!
Misfortunes strengthen the feelings
If you assimilate each blow you have endured.
Memory becomes a sustenance,
Celebrating each river that has been crossed.
I wonder how he can believe himself alive,
The one who exists to blame others?
Let him shut up and get out of the way,
And let the rest of the world walk!
They'll bury me standing up.
Oh, they'll bury me standing up!
There I leave my smile and everything they took from me.
I haven't cried for what I lost, if I have lived with plenty,
Giving thanks for the things
That I have found on the way.
I add and subtract in my own flesh,
Embraced by my conscience.
Standing! Even if I was wrong,
Even if they pointed at me,
Standing! Soaked in moonlight,
Enjoying the memory of the rivers I have crossed,
Although I almost drowned, I'm still standing!