Текст и перевод песни Aitor - Su Recompensa

Su Recompensa

Él nunca ha sido popular, no ha tenido ese privilegio
No se atrevía ni a preguntar en el colegio
A jugar nunca lo invitaron...
Su ego pegó fuerte contra el suelo, lo pisaron

Y a juzgar por todo lo que ha vivido
Aquella clase nunca fue su lugar preferido
Siempre sometido a ser agredido sin una razón
Y el partido no es tan divertido sin tocar balón

Sin amigos... pero con imaginación
Sus juguetes una vía de evasión
Con la consola encendida iba pasando la vida
Siempre quería estar sólo en su habitación

Aquel día se llevó su colección de tebeos
Para que la vieran sus compis en el recreo
Una excusa para unir un lazo...
Esa tarde se quedó sin cómics y se llevó un puñetazo

Pero piensa que la vida le ha dado su recompensa
Cada golpe, cada palo, cada ofensa...
Este ataque ha sido su mejor defensa y
¿Quién sabe cómo acabará?

Pero piensa que la vida le ha dado su recompensa
Cada golpe, cada palo, cada ofensa...
Este ataque ha sido su mejor defensa y
¿Quién sabe cómo acabará?

Desolado, golpeando su propia frente
"¿por qué me tratará tan mal la gente?"
Pensaba siempre... al llegar la secundaria
La excusa para golpearle fuerte podía ser su indumentaria

O tal vez era porque no encajaba
Este chico no fumaba y ese beneficio le perjudicaba
él no pisaba discotecas tan temprano...
Tuvo que aguantar tantas muecas, tantos palos...

Cuando el chulito buscaba atención
Decía "me has mirado mal, no te permito ser un vación"
Su séquito le daba la razón
Cuatro contra uno dando golpes como diversión

La zorra de su profesora hacía la vista gorda
"En la salida lo que ocurra a mí ya no me importa"
Sin nadie que le socorriese puede que se le ocurriese
Deprimirse y esconderse como siempre

Pero piensa que la vida le ha dado su recompensa
Cada golpe, cada palo, cada ofensa...
Este ataque ha sido su mejor defensa y
¿Quién sabe cómo acabará?

Pero piensa que la vida le ha dado su recompensa
Cada golpe, cada palo, cada ofensa...
Este ataque ha sido su mejor defensa y
¿Quién sabe cómo acabará?

Pasaron los años, vinieron tiempos mejores
Nuevo instituto y amigos con intereses comunes
Una nueva época, una nueva etapa
Atrás quedó la mala pata de topar con tanta rata

Mas ninguna lo derribó, él nunca se privó
Hizo lo que quiso y del enemigo se alejó
Su alrededor cambió, seguidor del hip-hop
él jugaba a ser Eminem en el micrófono

Poco a poco sacó maquetas, dio conciertos
Y con cientos de letras firmó un contrato discográfico
Siempre entre damas y fiestas casi no se daba cuenta
Que había cerrado la puerta al pasado trágico

Los abusones ahora tienen un bebé
Y pasean por el parque con el carro y su mujer
Amargados de vivir, lo saludan si lo ven
"Siempre escucho tus canciones, porfa, fírmame un CD"

Y ahora piensa que la vida le ha dado su recompensa
Cada golpe, cada palo, cada ofensa...
Este ataque ha sido su mejor defensa y
¿Quién sabe cómo acabará?

Pero piensa que la vida le ha dado su recompensa
Cada golpe, cada palo, cada ofensa...
Este ataque ha sido su mejor defensa y
¿Quién sabe cómo acabará?

His Reward

He’s never been popular, he hasn’t had that privilege.
He didn’t even dare to ask in school
They never invited him to play...
His ego hit the ground hard, they stepped on it.

And judging by everything he's been through
That class was never his favorite place
Always subjected to being attacked for no reason
And the game is not so much fun without touching the ball.

Without friends... but with imagination
His toys a way to escape
With the console on, his life was passing by
He always wanted to be alone in his room.

That day he took his comic book collection
So his buddies could see them at recess.
An excuse to tie a knot...
That afternoon he was left without comics and got a punch.

But he thinks life has given him his reward
Every hit, every stick, every offense...
This attack has been his best defense and
Who knows how it will end?

But he thinks life has given him his reward
Every hit, every stick, every offense...
This attack has been his best defense and
Who knows how it will end?

Desolate, hitting his own forehead
"Why do people treat me so badly?"
He always thought... when he reached high school
The excuse to hit him hard could be his clothes.

Or maybe it was because he didn't fit in.
This kid didn't smoke and that benefit hurt him.
He didn't go to discos so early...
He had to endure so many grimaces, so many sticks...

When the bully was looking for attention
He'd say "you looked at me wrong, I won't let you be a bum."
His entourage gave him the reason
Four against one hitting like fun

His bitchy teacher turned a blind eye
"What happens at the exit doesn't matter to me anymore."
Without anyone to help him, he may have become
Depressed and hiding as always

But he thinks life has given him his reward
Every hit, every stick, every offense...
This attack has been his best defense and
Who knows how it will end?

But he thinks life has given him his reward
Every hit, every stick, every offense...
This attack has been his best defense and
Who knows how it will end?

Years passed, better times came
New high school and friends with common interests
A new era, a new stage
Gone is the bad luck of running into so many rats.

But none brought him down, he never deprived himself.
He did what he wanted and walked away from the enemy.
His surroundings changed, a hip-hop follower
He played Eminem on the microphone

Little by little he released demos, gave concerts
And with hundreds of lyrics he signed a record deal.
Always among ladies and parties he hardly noticed
That he had closed the door on the tragic past.

The bullies now have a baby
And they walk through the park with the stroller and their wife.
Bitter about life, they greet him if they see him.
"I always listen to your songs, please sign a CD for me."

And now he thinks life has given him his reward
Every hit, every stick, every offense...
This attack has been his best defense and
Who knows how it will end?

But he thinks life has given him his reward
Every hit, every stick, every offense...
This attack has been his best defense and
Who knows how it will end?