Текст и перевод песни El Momo - Boys And Girls

Boys And Girls

Esto es una historia de chicos y chicas
De hombres y mujeres
De cómo la Historia puede cambiar dependiendo del ojo que la contemple
Érase una vez

Boys don't cry
Los chicos no lloran porque no sienten dolor
Girls don't play
Las chicas no juegan porque no tienen valor
Boys don't cry
Los chicos no lloran porque son hombres de honor
Girls don't play
Las chicas no juegan porque no

Desde pequeño acostumbrado a que le miren con desprecio
Pero él siempre ha contestado a los necios con silencio
Le conocían como el raro del colegio
Él ya sabía lo que había y que tenía que pagar un precio
Mas no entendía por qué debía ocultarse
De la poca tolerancia de los chicos de su clase
Aún desconocía que vendrían a burlarse
Y que antes de conocerle juzgarían el envase
"¿Por qué debo escapar de lo que soy?" le decía a su madre
Mientras limpiaba sus lágrimas con los dedos
Ella le dijo: "Nadie va a impedir que seas libre,
Ellos en ti solo proyectan el reflejo de sus miedos"
No le quedó más remedio que defenderse
De insultos vacíos y prejuicios inoportunos
Llegar a las manos fue normal durante meses
"Jodo, cómo pega el maricón" dijo alguno
Y qué si no me gustan las mujeres
Las amo a mi manera
Y las trato mejor que el resto de hombres
Trababa de explicarse
Pero nadie iba a ponerse en su postura
La empatía en esta vida no es que sobre
Se hizo fuerte y conoció nuevos amigos
Que no distinguían a las personas por su sexo
Su padre lo aceptaba pero nunca lo llevaba con su gente
Él lo sabía, pero no le culpaba por eso

Boys don't cry
Los chicos no lloran porque no sienten dolor
Girls don't play
Las chicas no juegan porque no tienen valor
Boys don't cry
Los chicos no lloran porque son hombres de honor
Girls don't play
Las chicas no juegan porque no

Desde pequeña acostumbrada a que la traten como a un hombre
Pues su cuerpo nunca ha sido acorde al canon de la Vogue
Hasta sus amigas la metían en un lío
"Tú no puedes jugar a fútbol, eso es de tíos"
Ella era orgullosa, siempre andaba con una pelota
Y una foto de Ronaldo en la carpeta
Sabía que los chicos no soñaban con besarla
Pero tenía la esperanza de que alguno la vería hermosa
"A veces pienso en renunciar a lo que quiero"
Le dijo a su padre, él era el sol en días grises
Le contestó: "Los que te humillan no te conocen,
Los que necesitan que sufras no son felices".
No le quedó más remedio que aceptarse
Y dejar de avergonzarse de lo que dijeran unos
Entrenaba pases y ejercicios con balón
"Jodo, cómo juega el marimacho" dijo alguno
Y qué si no me gustan las muñecas
La sociedad no entiende que somos personas, no marionetas
Trataba de explicarse pero nadie iba a ponerse en su lugar
La gente te ignora y no respeta
Se hizo fuerte y la capitana de su equipo
Conoció un chico que la quería como un loco
Sabía que muchos la valoraban por su aspecto y no les gustó
Pero es que ellos a ella, tampoco

Boys don't cry
Los chicos no lloran porque no sienten dolor
Girls don't play
Las chicas no juegan porque no tienen valor
Boys don't cry
Los chicos no lloran porque son hombres de honor
Girls don't play
Las chicas no juegan porque no

Y así vivieron, ajenos al incendio exterior
La ignorancia no te va a hacer mejor
Así que ignóralos a todos, ignóralo todo
Menos al amor
El Momo desde Zaragoza fue el narrador
La historia la tienes a tu alrededor
Así que entiéndelos a todos, entiéndelo todo
Y entenderás el dolor

Boys don't cry
Girls don't play
Boys don't cry
Girls don't play

Boys And Girls

This is a story about boys and girls,
About men and women.
About how History can change depending on the eye that contemplates it.
Once upon a time,

Boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry because they don't feel pain.
Girls don't play,
Girls don't play because they have no value.
Boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry because they are men of honor.
Girls don't play,
Girls don't play because they don't.

Since childhood, he was used to being looked at with contempt,
But he always answered fools with silence.
He was known as the weird kid in school.
He already knew what it was like and that he had to pay a price.
But he didn't understand why he had to hide
From the little tolerance of the boys in his class.
He didn't know yet that they would come to make fun of him
And that they would judge the packaging before they knew him.
"Why must I run from who I am?" he asked his mother
While wiping his tears with his fingers.
She told him: "No one will stop you from being free,
They only project the reflection of their fears in you."
He had no choice but to defend himself
From empty insults and inappropriate prejudices.
Coming to blows was normal for months.
"Damn, the faggot hits hard," someone said.
So what if I don't like women?
I love them my way
And I treat them better than other men.
He tried to explain himself,
But no one was going to put themselves in his shoes.
Empathy in this life is not that abundant.
He became strong and met new friends
Who did not distinguish people by their sex.
His father accepted him but never took him with his people.
He knew it, but he didn't blame him for it.

Boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry because they don't feel pain.
Girls don't play,
Girls don't play because they have no value.
Boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry because they are men of honor.
Girls don't play,
Girls don't play because they don't.

She was used to being treated like a man,
Because her body has never been according to the Vogue canon.
Even her friends got her into trouble.
"You can't play soccer, that's for guys," they said.
She was proud, she always walked around with a ball
And a picture of Ronaldo in her folder.
She knew that boys didn't dream of kissing her,
But she had hoped that one day one would see her as beautiful.
"Sometimes I think about giving up what I want,"
She told her father, he was the sun on gray days.
He replied: "Those who humiliate you don't know you,
Those who need you to suffer are not happy."
She had no choice but to accept herself
And stop being ashamed of what some would say.
She trained passes and exercises with the ball.
"Damn, that tomboy can play," someone said.
So what if I don't like dolls?
Society doesn't understand that we are people, not puppets.
She tried to explain herself, but no one was going to put themselves in her place.
People ignore you and don't respect you.
She became strong and the captain of her team.
She met a boy who loved her like crazy.
She knew that many valued her for her looks and didn't like it,
But the truth is, she didn't like them either.

Boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry because they don't feel pain.
Girls don't play,
Girls don't play because they have no value.
Boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry because they are men of honor.
Girls don't play,
Girls don't play because they don't.

And so they lived, oblivious to the fire outside.
Ignorance will not make you better,
So ignore them all, ignore everything
Except love.
El Momo from Zaragoza was the narrator.
You have the story all around you,
So understand them all, understand everything
And you will understand pain.

Boys don't cry
Girls don't play
Boys don't cry
Girls don't play