Текст и перевод песни Funky featuring Sammy - Dr. P. - Se Estan Matando

Dr. P. - Se Estan Matando

Se estan matando
Y se siguen perdiendo
No, no lo estan pensado
Tu debes aceptar lo que esta pasando Oye socio yo te veo como que desorientao'
Estas algarete descontrolao'
Yo se que estas en la moda
Estas guillao'
Pero te voy a contar como panas mios han terminao'
Vamos empesar por el gringo
Taba' vivo sabado y muerto domingo
En sus planes estaba estar alante'
Pa' poderlo ser se tiraba de mister maliante
Le tiraba a la gata que no era la de el
Sin saber que la muerte lo iba a sorprender
No existieron panas que lo ayudaran
Poco a poco sin Jesus moria y se desangraba
Su madre sufria su hermano lloraba
Deceando que regresara
Porque lo amaban
La tragedia a sus puertas tocaba
Y a los pocos dias lo enterraban

Se estan matando
No estan pensando
Se estan muriendo
Sigue sufriendo
Se estan matando
No estan pensado
Viven finjiendo
Siguen durmiendo...
Sal de ese viaje sal de esa oscuridad

Dime si quieres seguir viviendo en el avismo
Donde nos matamos nosotros mismos
Donde no existen los panas no exite nada
Solo resta confiar en el que nos ama
En el que entrego si vida por mi
En el que me amo a mi y tambien a ti
Yo que tu decido por el que te llama
Yo que tu decido por el que te ama
Yo que tu identifico su llamada
Yo que tu avanso el tiempo se acaba
Yo que tu hago una mejor jugada
Esto es pa' ayer no es pa' mañana

La guerra en los puntos... que esta pasando?
Vielencia domestica... que esta pasando?
El abuso infantil... que esta pasando?
Seguimos matando no estamos cambiando... que esta pasando?
Robando violando... que esta pasando?
Mintiendole al pueblo... que esta pasando?
La droga el alcohol... que esta pasando?
Se siguen perdiendo y d Dios ignorando

Se estan matando
No estan pensando
Se estan muriendo
Sigue sufriendo
Se estan matando
No estan pensado
Viven finjiendo
Siguen durmiendo...
Sal de ese viaje sal de esa oscuridad

Dr. P. - They're Killing Themselves

They're killing themselves
And they keep on losing
No, they're not thinking
You ought to accept what's going on Hey man, I see you're kinda disoriented
You're really confused, man
I know you're in style
You're messed up
But I'm going to tell you how my friends have ended up
Let's start with the gringo
He was alive on Saturday and dead on Sunday
He planned on getting ahead
To do so he pretended to be a bad guy
He messed with a girl who wasn't his
Not knowing that death would surprise him
There were no friends to help him
Little by little without Jesus he was dying and bleeding to death
His mother was suffering, his brother was crying
Wishing he would come back
Because they loved him
Tragedy was knocking at their door
And a few days later they buried him

They're killing themselves
They're not thinking
They're dying
They keep on suffering
They're killing themselves
They're not thinking
They're living a lie
They keep on sleeping...
Get out of that trip, get out of that darkness

Tell me if you want to keep on living in the abyss
Where we kill ourselves
Where friends don't exist, nothing exists
Just trust in the one who loves us
In the one who gave his life for me
In the one who loved me and you too
If I were you, I'd decide for the one who's calling you
If I were you, I'd decide for the one who loves you
If I were you, I'd recognize his calling
If I were you, I'd hurry up, time's running out
If I were you, I'd make a better move
This is for yesterday, not for tomorrow

The war at the points... what's going on?
Domestic violence... what's going on?
Child abuse... what's going on?
We keep on killing, we're not changing... what's going on?
Robbing, raping... what's going on?
Lying to the people... what's going on?
Drugs, alcohol... what's going on?
They keep on losing and ignoring God

They're killing themselves
They're not thinking
They're dying
They keep on suffering
They're killing themselves
They're not thinking
They're living a lie
They keep on sleeping...
Get out of that trip, get out of that darkness