Paroles et traduction Tego Calderon feat. Kany Garcia - Y Quién Diría

Y Quién Diría

Y quien diría que tu podrías llegar, a destrozarme...
Y quien creería que lo sabían ya, sangre de mi sangre.
Se que pagarán por esta herida,
Hoy yo me convertiré en su pesadilla.
Esta mañana recibí llamada de una fan,
Por eso mantengo el mismo celular.
El punto es que en mi disco primero dije:
Si te abusan comunícate con Tego.
Me dijo le contó a su madre nunca le hizo caso...
Tiene 16 la cosa empezó a los 4.
Trabajadores sociales visitaron su hogar...
To′ estaba bien, na' fuera de lo normal...
Como su vida fue un infierno,
Era su deber proteger sus hermanos pequeños.
Abuso sexual con auspicio maternal...
El intinto criminal tuve que controlar...
Logré mi compostura hablandole mentira pura...
Perdonala mija, mai′ es solo una...
Baboseria que ni yo mismo creía...
Esta es la versión radio con Kany Garcia.
Pa' mi la muerte es la única justicia...
Pa' que a un menor de su inocencia despojar.
()
Y quien diría que tu podrías llegar, a destrozarme...
Y quien creería que lo sabían ya, sangre de mi sangre.
Se que pagarán por esta herida,
Hoy yo me convertiré en su pesadilla.
Ella veía la violencia como alternativa y yo acá analizando...
Su negativa en positiva.
Honestamente sin sentirlo tuve que fingirlo.
Hice algo pal′ prójimo, no pa′ mi mismo.
Que to' nuestros problemas juntos se quedan chiquitos...
Al lao′ de lo que viven muchos chamaquitos.
Invierten millones en anuncios publicitarios...
No legislan pa' los niños, pal de adultos confinarios.
Hasta cuando? Vamo′ hacer algo
El mundo no esta empeorando, estan imitando... lo que ven.
Culpable to' el mundo eh′...
Hasta la iglesia ha permitido abusos contra la niñez.
Vamo' hablar las cosas tal cual son de una vez...
Sin paños tibios tocaste un nene, bye bye my friend.
Perdón de que? Ningún jurado, ningún juez tiene ese poder...
El todo poderoso solo el.
Pa' mi la muerte es la única justicia...
Pa′ que a un menor de au inocencia despojar...
Fuego que contengo, arde por mis venas...
Será tan dificil, el borrar aquellas huellas...
Vivo en la agonia de cerrar la puerta,
Sin saber si en madrugada alguien me despierta.
()
Y quien diría que tu podrías llegar, a destrozarme...
Y quien creería que lo sabían ya, sangre de mi sangre.
Se que pagarán por esta herida,
Hoy yo me convertiré en su pesadilla.

And Who Would Say

And who knew that you could come, to destroy me...
And who would have thought that they already knew, blood of my blood.
I know they will pay for this wound,
Today I will become your nightmare.
This morning I received a call from a fan,
That's why I keep the same cell phone.
The point is that on my record I first said:
If you are being abused contact Tego.
He told me he told his mother he never listened to her...
She's 16. The thing started when she was 4.
Social workers visited her home...
To 'was fine, na' out of the ordinary...
As his life was a hell,
It was his duty to protect his little brothers.
Sexual abuse under maternal auspices...
The criminal intinto I had to control...
I managed to get my composure by telling him a pure lie...
Forgive her mija, mai' is only one...
Baboseria that I didn't even believe myself...
This is the radio version with Kany Garcia.
For me, death is the only justice...
For a minor to be stripped of his innocence.
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And who knew that you could come, to destroy me...
And who would have thought that they already knew, blood of my blood.
I know they will pay for this wound,
Today I will become your nightmare.
She saw violence as an alternative and here I am analyzing...
His negative in positive.
Honestly without feeling it I had to fake it.
I did something to 'neighbor, not to' myself.
That to ' our problems together stay small...
To the Lao' what many kids live.
They spend millions on advertising...
They don't legislate for children, for confined adults.
Until when? I'm gonna' do something
The world is not getting worse, they are imitating... what they see.
Guilty to 'the world eh'...
Even the church has allowed abuses against children.
Let's talk about things as they are at once...
Without warm cloths you touched a baby, bye bye my friend.
Sorry about what? No jury, no judge has that power...
The almighty is only he.
For me, death is the only justice...
For a minor to be stripped of his innocence...
Fire that I contain, burns through my veins...
It will be so difficult to erase those footprints...
I live in the agony of closing the door,
Not knowing if someone wakes me up at dawn.
()
And who knew that you could come, to destroy me...
And who would have thought that they already knew, blood of my blood.
I know they will pay for this wound,
Today I will become your nightmare.