Текст и перевод песни Endecah - Joel (Remix)

Joel (Remix)

Siempre le dijo que mirara hacia adelante
Que se mostrara tan fuerte como alegre y elegante
Que cambiaría el mundo si lograba ser valiente
Y que el talento no es bastante cuando el esfuerzo está ausente

Cada día que despierta recuerda esas palabras
Se las dijo para que brillara como ella brillaba
Para hacer de él el hombre que la familia esperaba
Para que cuidara de ellos mientras su hermana lloraba

El pequeño principito con zapatillas de trapo
Con las manos siempre sucias y vistiendo con harapos
Dando todo por los suyos aunque necesitan poco
El pequeño no descansa quiere estar bajo los focos

Quiere hacerlo todo por su familia y por su apodo
Por dejar de depender de su padrastro beodo
Por dejar fuera los gritos y excluir los malos modos
Por comenzar todos juntos otro bonito periodo

Hasta entonces mucho queda, solo pueden esperar
A que la suerte les llegue pero todo sigue igual
Otra paliza a mamá, una mudanza, otra vez más
Él escribe sus canciones para poder olvidar

Van pasando las semanas pero nada allí mejora
La necesidad aflora y ahora le toca ayudar
El pequeño no es tan chico, ha comenzado a trabajar
Los estudios no alimentan y menos lo de cantar

Soñaba con cuidar de su familia y su gente
Con cantar esas canciones para poder mantenerles
Con acariciar de noche sólo la tranquilidad
Con comprarles una casa para tener un hogar
Sólo pensaba en su bien pero la vida no es fácil
A veces pone pruebas si tu pareces ser frágil
Cuando el hambre llama todo vale, te envía señales
Y te cambia cada plato por eternos cardenales

El pequeño ha madurado, ya ha roto sus ilusiones
El trabajo no es bastante, ya ha olvidado sus canciones
Comenzó el turno de noche, le toca distribuir
No quería mas veía que no podría seguir

Tuvo que torcer sus pasos, al menos pueden comer
Se deja la vida en calles para poder mantener
A su madre y a su hermana que se va haciendo mujer
Lo da todo sin dudar y lo volvería a hacer

Las palizas han cambiado pero su madre aún llora
Su padrastro se ha marchado pero no todo mejora
Cada día se hace eterno mientras se alargan las horas
Vivir así es morir en vida no es una metáfora

Quiero hacerte ver que no siempre es tan fácil
Que a veces no hay opciones entre las que escoger
Que no puedes juzgar nada sin antes conocer
Porque podrías ser tú en lugar de ser Joel

Joel (Remix)

She was always told to look ahead,
To show herself as strong, cheerful, and elegant.
That she could change the world if she were brave,
And that talent isn't enough when effort is absent.

Every day she wakes, she remembers those words,
Spoken so she would shine as brightly as her mother shone.
To make him the man his family hoped for,
To take care of them while his sister cried.

The little prince with ragged sneakers,
Hands always dirty, dressed in rags,
Giving everything for his own, though they need little,
The little boy doesn't rest, he wants to be in the spotlight.

He wants to do it all for his family and his nickname,
To stop depending on his drunken stepfather,
To leave out the screams and exclude the bad manners,
To start a new, beautiful chapter together.

Until then, much remains, they can only wait,
For luck to arrive, but everything stays the same.
Another beating for Mom, another move, once again,
He writes his songs to be able to forget.

Weeks go by, but nothing there improves,
Necessity surfaces, and now it's his turn to help.
The little boy isn't so little anymore, he's started working,
Studies don't feed, and singing even less so.

He dreamed of taking care of his family and his people,
Of singing those songs to be able to support them,
Of caressing only tranquility at night,
Of buying them a house to have a home.
He only thought of their well-being, but life isn't easy,
Sometimes it tests you if you seem fragile,
When hunger calls, anything goes, it sends you signals,
And trades every plate for eternal bruises.

The little boy has grown up, he's shattered his illusions,
The work isn't enough, he's forgotten his songs.
He started the night shift, it's his turn to distribute,
He didn't want more, he saw that he couldn't continue.

He had to change his path, at least they can eat,
He leaves his life on the streets to be able to support
His mother and his sister who is becoming a woman,
He gives everything without hesitation and would do it again.

The beatings have changed, but his mother still cries,
His stepfather has left, but not everything improves,
Each day becomes eternal as the hours lengthen,
Living like this is dying in life, it's not a metaphor.

I want you to see that it's not always so easy,
That sometimes there are no options to choose from,
That you can't judge anything without knowing first,
Because it could be you instead of being Joel.