Paroles et traduction Miguel Mateos - ZAS - Tira para Arriba (En Vivo)

Tira para Arriba (En Vivo)

Yo no busco lo que vos tenés
Yo no quiero hacerte ningún test
Sigo siendo un gato en la ciudad
Dame una oportunidad.
Tengo ruso y a un yankee dentro de mi habitacion
Que se juegan mis zapatos y mi foto de graduacion .en un Atari
Son las cuatro y no puedo dormir
Salgo a la calle a pelear por mi
Solo me muevo bien
Y la noche me tomo por rehen
Alguien tira para abajo y yo me trato de safar
Alguien que grita es de los nuestros
Alguien que lo va a golpear...
Pero venga lo que venga
Para bien o mal...
Tirá! Tirá para arriba, tirá
Si no ves la salida
No importa mi amor, no importa, vos tirás
Tirá! Tirá para arriba, tirá
No hay horas perdidas,
No aflojes mi amor, no aflojes, vos tirás
Ya no podras quejarte si no encuentras lo que tanto buscabas en tu corazon,
Y si t agarras los dedos contra una puerta pesada
Estoy seguro que tu grito rompera los vidrios de la casa rosada
La belleza de tu pierna escapándole a la sabana,
Tu sexo a la deriva y esta loca ilusion que algun dia
Inventemos para todos un mundo mucho mejor,
Por ahora, Lola, soplá la vela, Lola, que yo apago el televisor.
Y q venga lo q venga para bien o mal.
Tirá, tirá para arriba, tirá.
Si no ves la salida, no importa, mi amor,
No importa. Vos, tirá.
Tirá, tirá para arriba, tirá.
No hay horas perdidas, no aflojes mi amor,
No aflojes. Vos, tirá.

Pull Yourself Up (Live)

I'm not looking for what you have
I don't want to give you any tests
I'm still a cat in the city
Give me a chance.
I have a Russian and a Yankee in my room
Who are playing for my shoes and my graduation photo on an Atari
It's four o'clock and I can't sleep
I go out into the street to fight for myself
I only move well
And the night took me hostage
Someone is pulling me down and I'm trying to get away
Someone who is shouting is one of us
Someone who is going to hit him...
But come what may
For better or worse...
Pull! Pull yourself up, pull
If you can't see the exit
It doesn't matter my love, it doesn't matter, you pull
Pull! Pull yourself up, pull
There are no lost hours,
Don't give up my love, don't give up, you pull
You can no longer complain if you don't find what you were looking for in your heart,
And if you get your fingers caught in a heavy door
I'm sure your scream will shatter the windows of the pink house
The beauty of your leg escaping from the sheet,
Your sex adrift and this crazy illusion that one day
We will invent a much better world for everyone,
For now, Lola, blow out the candle, Lola, and I'll turn off the TV.
And come what may, for better or worse.
Pull, pull yourself up, pull.
If you can't see the exit, it doesn't matter, my love,
It doesn't matter. You, pull.
Pull, pull yourself up, pull.
There are no lost hours, don't give up my love,
Don't give up. You, pull.