Paroles et traduction Zambayonny - La Joya De La Abuela

La Joya De La Abuela

Trabaja como un loco solo para que me vieras libre.
Memorizaba favoritos en la quinta en San Isidro gana
Siempre el seis
Jugaba como un condenado con los pocos dados que te
Pude adivinar
Era el fantasma de la opera aprendiéndome tu letra
A punto de estrenar

Reconocía colectivos desde lejos me sentía el
Nostradamus del 2000
Pero al perderme entre la gente volví a ser el
Combatiente de fusil contra fusil
Intentaba divertido confundir a tus amigos para
Andar la situación
"Mira!! Robert de Niro" digo sorprendido pero no
Llamaba la atención

Y ahora al final.al final
No se si valió la pena esperar
Tantos días, tantos meses, tantos años
Como si fuera la vida de un extraño

Cuando la joya de la abuela se durmió en mi catrera
Me subieron el alquiler
Con el delivery de sushi clausurado nuestra geisha
Desfiló con la aurine
Era como un terremoto sobre mi cadáver roto, jineteando
Sin piedad
Pero la marcha de la Remintong de noche no se calma
Con el agua mineral

La paleta sanguchera se apropio de la heladera con
Un tinto de rehén
El amor era un vagón abandonado acostumbrado a
Descarriar en cada paso a nivel
Le ofrecieron un trabajo en Barcelona y firmamos
En la lona "El quien da mas"
En el 86' mientras volvía de la despedida me
Puse a llorar

Porque al final.al final
No se si valió la pena esperar
Tantos días, tantos meses, tantos años
Como si fuera la vida de un extraño

"Si tuvieras pasaporte te llevaba" dijo mientras
Se adentraba en el free shop
"Si tuviera pasaporte me quedaba" le alcance a decir
Pero jamás me oyó
Las cartas documento que mando mi orgullo te aseguro
Son para olvidar
Pero el país del 2001 nos pateaba tanto el culo que
Perdimos la humildad

La esperanza pasajera confundió la primavera con
Dos flores de papel
Cuando regresaste tarde de una España diferente de
La que quisiste creer
Nos burlamos de esas fotos donde estamos tan nosotros
Con la risa por que si
Vos mas linda yo mas joven los dos pintas de ladrones
Vos mas buena. yo mas gris
Pero al final.al final
No se si valió la pena esperar
Tantos días, tantos meses, tantos años
Como si fuera la vida de un extraño

Grandma's Jewel

I work myself to the bone just to set you free.
I memorized the favorites in the fifth at San Isidro and win
Always the six
I gambled like a madman with the few dice you
I could guess
I was the ghost of the opera learning your lyrics
About to premiere

I recognized buses from afar, feeling like
The Nostradamus of the 2000s
But when I lost myself in the crowd, I became once more the
Combatant with rifle against rifle
I amused myself by confusing your friends to
Solve the situation
"Look!! Robert De Niro," I say, surprised, but no
I didn't get any attention

And now at the end.at the end
I don't know if it was worth waiting
So many days, so many months, so many years
As if it were the life of a stranger

When Grandma's jewel fell asleep in my cot
They raised my rent
With the sushi delivery closed, our geisha
Paraded with the aurine
It was like an earthquake over my shattered corpse, riding
Without mercy
But the Remington's march at night does not calm
With mineral water

The bloodthirsty palette took over the refrigerator with
A red wine hostage
Love was an abandoned wagon used to
Derailing at every level crossing
They offered you a job in Barcelona and we signed
On the canvas "The highest bidder"
In '86, while returning from the farewell, I
Made myself cry

Because at the end.at the end
I don't know if it was worth waiting
So many days, so many months, so many years
As if it were the life of a stranger

"If you had a passport, I'd take you with me," she said as
She walked into the duty-free shop
"If I had a passport, I'd stay," I managed to say
But she never heard me
The certified letters that my pride sends, I assure you
Are to forget
But the country of 2001 kicked our asses so hard that
We lost our humility

Fleeting hope mistook the spring for
Two paper flowers
When you returned late from a Spain different from
The one you wanted to believe
We laughed at those photos where we're so much ourselves
With the laughter for the sake of it
You prettier, me younger, both looking like thieves
You better, me grayer
But at the end.at the end
I don't know if it was worth waiting
So many days, so many months, so many years
As if it were the life of a stranger