Paroles et traduction Santa RM feat. Franco Escamila - Sin Rencores (Remix)

Sin Rencores (Remix)

Ojala que en tu casa
se te vaya la luz
y te quedes sin agua
que no te puedas bañar
mucho menos maquillar
que te quedes sin criada
Que cada vez que sonrías
te salgan espinillas
y granos en las nalgas
que ya nadie te quiera
que te duela una muela
que te quedes calva...
Hoy quiero escribirte
otra canción triste
de esas que escribí desde aquel día
en que partiste
cuando me partiste
el corazón en mil partes y fuiste
a tirar los restos a la nada
y desapareciste
Primero pensé
que yo era el que tenia la culpa
y te escribí 30 canciones
y en todas pedía disculpas
y me sentí una mierda
y a veces quise suicidarme
hasta que un día en plena tarde
solo yo me puse a pensar en...
Todos aquellos momentos
en que me pediste mil cosas y yo te cumplí
cuando pediste que ya no le hablara
aquella vez que yo accedí
cuando yo te encontré
aquellos mensajes en el teléfono
que me dijiste que no eran tuyos
que era tu amiga y su novio, ¿no?
Yo era un imbécil ¿no?
pues terminaste enojada conmigo
que la confianza y no sé que mierda
que ese pendejo solo era tu amigo
y yo te creí
era un tonto que solo confiaba en ti
no eramos almas gemelas
eran siamesas y al separarnos morí.
Ouh No...
Sergio no aplaudas
todavía sigue la canción...
Que tu próximo novio
te resulte trasvesti
y que salga con tu hermano
que tu seas su confidente
pa' que veas que se siente
que te cague en la mano
Pero que quede
claro que yo...
no te guardo rencor...
Me dijiste; no eres tu, soy yo
y claro que eres tú
otra puta que debuta
entre las artes del vudú
pues cada que tu querías, me tenias como tu querías
cuando decías y si no pues ya me las vería
Y a veces pienso
que mi estupidez no era normal
que me caí cuando era pequeño
me pico algún animal
es el karma que me castiga
y quiere meterme en líos
porque ¿Mi vida pasada fue Hitler
o maté cien mil judíos?
Hija de puta no sabes el odio
que tengo guardado aquí dentro por ti
quiero meterte al horno
y cocinarte como a un jabalí
con la manzana en la boca
y rellenarte por el culo
darte de comer a un perro
y sonreír con disimulo
Quiero que te viole un somalí
te pegue el sida
y que te saque las entrañas
y a sus hijos les dé de comida
que quede claro
que no te guardo rencor
yo te dedico con cariño
mi ultima canción de amor.
Que tu próximo novio
te resulte ratero
que te pegue ladillas
que te salgan espinillas
que parezcas un cerdo
que en el trabajo te corran
y en escuela te caigas
por las escaleras
que no llegues a clase
te regañe el maestro
y te mande a terceras
Pero que quede
claro que yo...
no te guardo rencor...

Without Resentment (Remix)

I hope the power goes out in your house,
leaving you in the dark.
May your water run dry,
so you can't even take a bath,
let alone put on makeup.
May you be left without a maid,
and may every smile you crack
bring forth pimples,
and zits upon your buttocks.
May no one desire you,
may your tooth ache,
and may you become bald...
Today, I want to write you
another sad song,
one of those I've penned since that day
when you left,
when you shattered
my heart into a thousand pieces and then
tossed the remains into oblivion,
vanishing without a trace.
At first, I thought
I was the one to blame,
so I wrote you 30 songs,
each one an apology.
I felt like shit,
and at times, I wanted to end it all,
until one afternoon,
all alone, I began to think about...
All those times
you asked for a thousand things, and I fulfilled them all,
like when you asked me to stop talking to her,
that time I agreed.
When I found
those messages on your phone,
you told me they weren't yours,
that it was your friend and her boyfriend, right?
I was an idiot, wasn't I?
You ended up mad at me,
talking about trust and some other crap,
saying that asshole was just your friend,
and I believed you.
I was a fool who only trusted you.
We weren't soulmates,
we were conjoined twins, and when we separated, I died.
Oh no...
Sergio, don't clap,
the song's not over yet...
May your next boyfriend
turn out to be a transvestite,
and may he hook up with your brother,
with you as their confidante,
so you can see how it feels.
May he shit in your hand,
but let it be
clear that I...
hold no resentment towards you...
You told me; it's not you, it's me,
and of course it's you,
another whore making her debut
in the arts of voodoo.
Because whenever you wanted, you had me just how you liked,
when you said, "If not, well, I'll see about that."
And sometimes I think
that my stupidity wasn't normal,
that I must have fallen as a child,
or been bitten by some animal.
It's karma punishing me,
wanting to get me in trouble,
because was my past life Hitler,
or did I kill a hundred thousand Jews?
You bitch, you have no idea the hatred
I have stored inside me for you.
I want to put you in the oven
and cook you like a wild boar,
with an apple in your mouth,
and stuff you up your ass.
I want to feed you to a dog
and smile discreetly.
I want you to be raped by a Somali,
give you AIDS,
and have him rip out your guts
and feed them to his children.
Let it be clear
that I hold no resentment towards you.
With affection, I dedicate to you
my last love song.
May your next boyfriend
turn out to be a thief,
may he give you crabs,
may you break out in pimples,
may you look like a pig.
May you get fired from your job,
and at school, may you fall
down the stairs,
missing your classes.
May the teacher scold you
and send you to detention.
But let it be
clear that I...
hold no resentment towards you...