Текст и перевод песни 2 Minutos - Historia Triste

Historia Triste

Te contaré una historia, triste de la vida,
Cerró la fabrica, y ya cobré el Anses.
Tengo una familia, 4 hijos y una mujer,
Y ya no se, que mierda voy hacer.

Robar para comer.
Robar para comer.
Robar para comer,
Para comer... (x2)

Reventé, el mercadito del coreano Lee,
Pero esta historia, me salio muy mal.
Me dieron 7 años, en la cárcel de Batan
Y ahora ellos, me vienen a visitar.

Robar para comer.
Robar para comer.
Robar para comer,
Para comer... (x3)

Hoy es fin de año, y me vienen a visitar
Con pan dulce y una sidra para festejar.

Sad Story

I'll tell you a sad story, baby, a story of life,
The factory closed down, and I got my severance pay.
I have a family, four kids and a wife,
And I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do.

Steal to eat.
Steal to eat.
Steal to eat,
To eat... (x2)

I robbed Korean Lee's little market,
But this story, darling, it went very wrong.
They gave me seven years in Batan prison,
And now they, my family, come to visit me.

Steal to eat.
Steal to eat.
Steal to eat,
To eat... (x3)

Today is New Year's Eve, and they come to see me,
With sweet bread and cider to celebrate.