Paroles et traduction Napoleon - Ese Niño

Ese Niño

No no no
Ese niño no va hacer lo que tu quieras
No no no
A ese niño no le impongas tus maneras
Pues podría suceder
Que te forme un juicio, que te crea culpable
Al pasar los años de tus necedades
Puedes sugerirle pero no imponerle
Puedes enseñarle pero no gritarle
No no no
Ese niño no va a ser lo que deseas
No no no
Ese niño abrazará lo que el prefiera
A su gusto y parecer
Es cierto sus ojos,
Son como los tuyos pero aunque no creas el mirar es suyo
Puedes inculcarle pero no forzarle y sentirlo tuyo pero no engrillarle
Y aunque se te parezca, aunque sea tu retrato
Tendrá sus propias alas, no podrás evitarlo y se lastimara, y
Se levantará y aunque parezca cruel un día se
Marchará es una de tus ramas mas no tu propiedad
No no no
Ese niño no hablara como tu hablas
No no no
Ese niño pensará con sus palabras
Con su voz y a su entender
Tendrá sus ideas y si se equivoca
Escuchara el consejo que a su puerta
Toca puedes levantarle pero no atenerle
Puedes zarandearle pero no golpearle
Y aunque se te parezca,
Aunque sea tu retrato tendrá sus propias Alás y no podrás evitarlo y
Se lastimará y se levantara y aunque parezca cruel se un
Día se marchara es una de tus ramas mas no tu propiedad...

That Child

No, no, no
That child's not going to do what you want them to
No, no, no
Don't force your ways on that child
Because it could happen
That they form a judgment against you, that they find you guilty
As the years of your folly pass by
You can suggest to them but not force them
You can teach them but not shout at them
No, no, no
That child is not going to be what you want them to be
No, no, no
That child will embrace what they prefer
To their liking and their opinion
It's true, their eyes
Are like yours, but though you may not believe it, their gaze is their own
You can instill in them, but not force them and feel they are yours, but not enslave them
And even though they resemble you, even though they are your portrait
They will have their own wings, you will not be able to prevent it, and they will get hurt, and
They will get up, and although it may seem cruel, one day they will
Go away, they are one of your branches but not your property
No, no, no
That child will not speak as you speak
No, no, no
That child will think with their own words
With their voice and by their understanding
They will have their own ideas and if they make a mistake
They will listen to the advice that knocks at their door
You can lift them up but not hold them down
You can shake them but not hit them
And even though they resemble you,
Even though they are your portrait, they will have their own wings and you cannot prevent it, and they
They will get hurt and get up, and although it may seem cruel, one day they will
Go away, they are one of your branches but not your property...