Paroles et traduction Tego Calderón - Los Difuntos

Los Difuntos

Yo tuve una vision
No fue mala
Como una voz que me hablaba
Una sensacion sagrada.

Me decia que de mi socio
No me fiara
No hay familia
No hay amigos, no hay nada, nada.

Dijo que mucha de la gente
Que mas aprecio
Nota en su mirar desorecio
Y no hay derecho.

A lo hecho, pecho
De cristal es su techo
Lo que sube, baja
Y el camino es bien estrecho.

Me dijo...
"Son cosas del camino, mi hijo
Y el que se mete contigo
Se mete conmigo.

Mantenla cruda
Directo al punto
Y escribele algo Tego
En honor a los difuntos..."

A veces vale la pena
El hablar lo indispensable
Hay quienes desaparecen
Sin saber donde buscarles.

Esto es un comentario
Sabes lo que digo
No necesito jurado
Ni testigos.

Sigo con mi melodia
No sin aclarar,
Que el que no esten con nosotros
Dificulta el olvidar.

Pensando yo me sorprendo
De los que se han ido,
Aunque de la hayan buscao
Estaran conmigo.

Yo te llevo a ti en mi mente
Aunque estes ausente.
Ya paso bastante tiempo
Y no comprendo tu suerte.

Ahora Calde continua
Directo al asunto
En honor a los hermanos
Que no pueden estar juntos.

(Coro)
Como en todo funeral
Hubo llanto verdadero
Con la excepcion de cobardes
Que alli fueron y fingieron
La mayoria de su gente
Justicia exigian
Mientras su madre lloraba
Y al Nazareno pedia.
Como en todo funeral
Nunca falta un charlatan
Que quiere reir
En vez de llorar.
Tampoco puede faltar
El que jura va a vengar
Y no tiene metal
Ni Bulova pa′jalar.

Se sabe que el dinero
Es motivo escencial
No solo en Puerto Rico
Es problema mundial

El pobre habe lo imposible
Pa unos pesos ganarse
Olvidarse del gobierno
Y un dia lograr montarse

No hay tiempo para venganza
Ni pa santimentalismos
Si en la vida quieres algo
Consiguelo por ti mismo

El tiempo esta a tu favor
El exito por ti espera
Actua prudentemente
Paciencia y cautela

Lo bueno no llega facil
Hay que ser perseverante
Si las cosas salen mal
Tu manten el mismo plante.

Pa la proxima ya sabes
Haz tu plan y luego actua
Brinda lo mejor de ti
Antes de tu sepultura.

La vida es corta
Hay que aprovecharla
Cuando se va
No hay como regresarla.

To lo que uno desea
Es mucha calma y quitud
Cuando es un ser querido
Quien va dentro del ataud.

Nadie nunca se apiada
Del dolor ajeno
Una manta por encima
Y te dejan en el suelo.

Tal vez un lugar
Una frase, un refran
Te hagan recordar
A los que vienen y van.

Solo hay algo seguro
En esta jungla,
Envidia, hipocrecia,
Lleva a la tumba.

Ojo por ojo
Es nuestra naturaleza.
Pero al caido, quien lo levanta,
Quien lo regresa.

(Coro)
Como en todo funeral
Hubo llanto verdadero
Con la excepcion de cobardes
Que alli fueron y fingieron
La mayoria de su gente
Justicia exigian
Mientras su madre lloraba
Y al Nazareno pedia.
Como en todo funeral
Nunca falta un charlatan
Que quiere reir
En vez de llorar.
Tampoco puede faltar
El que jura va a vengar
Y no tiene metal
Ni Bulova pa'jalar.

The Departed

I had a vision
It wasn't bad
Like a voice that spoke to me
A sacred sensation.

It told me that my partner
I shouldn't trust
There's no family
There are no friends, there's nothing, nothing.

It said that many of the people
That I appreciate the most
I see disdain in their eyes
And it's not right.

Face the music
Their ceiling is made of glass
What goes up, comes down
And the path is very narrow.

It told me...
"These are things of the path, my son
And whoever messes with you
Messes with me.

Keep it raw
Straight to the point
And write something Tego
In honor of the departed..."

Sometimes it's worth it
To speak only what's necessary
There are those who disappear
Without knowing where to look for them.

This is a commentary
You know what I'm saying
I don't need a jury
Nor witnesses.

I continue with my melody
Not without clarifying,
That those who are not with us
Makes it difficult to forget.

Thinking, I am surprised
Of those who have left,
Even if they looked for it
They will be with me.

I carry you in my mind
Even though you're absent.
It's been a long time
And I don't understand your fate.

Now Calde continues
Straight to the point
In honor of the brothers
Who cannot be together.

(Chorus)
As in every funeral
There were true tears
With the exception of cowards
Who went there and pretended
Most of his people
Demanded justice
While his mother cried
And prayed to the Nazarene.
As in every funeral
There's always a charlatan
Who wants to laugh
Instead of crying.
There's also always
The one who swears he'll avenge
And has no guts
Nor Bulova to pull.

It is known that money
Is an essential reason
Not only in Puerto Rico
It's a worldwide problem

The poor man does the impossible
To earn a few pesos
Forget the government
And one day manage to rise up

There's no time for revenge
Nor for sentimentality
If you want something in life
Get it yourself

Time is in your favor
Success awaits you
Act prudently
Patience and caution

The good doesn't come easy
You have to be persistent
If things go wrong
You keep the same plan.

For next time you know
Make your plan and then act
Give the best of yourself
Before your burial.

Life is short
You have to take advantage of it
When it goes
There's no way to bring it back.

All that one desires
Is a lot of calm and stillness
When it's a loved one
Who goes inside the coffin.

No one ever takes pity
On the pain of others
A blanket over you
And they leave you on the ground.

Maybe a place
A phrase, a saying
Make you remember
Those who come and go.

There's only one thing for sure
In this jungle,
Envy, hypocrisy,
Leads to the grave.

An eye for an eye
Is our nature.
But the fallen, who lifts them up,
Who brings them back.

(Chorus)
As in every funeral
There were true tears
With the exception of cowards
Who went there and pretended
Most of his people
Demanded justice
While his mother cried
And prayed to the Nazarene.
As in every funeral
There's always a charlatan
Who wants to laugh
Instead of crying.
There's also always
The one who swears he'll avenge
And has no guts
Nor Bulova to pull.