Текст и перевод песни Haze - Por Que a Mi!

Por Que a Mi!

Era un chico inteligente sagaz
Un deportista excelente, el capitan
Su vida era el futbol, su pasion
Salir con sus amigos adoslecte sensacion
Buen estudiante, como cada tarde
Entrenando su tecnica en el parque
Una dolencia le impidio seguir
Era una contractura pensaba nervioso el padre,
Pierna derecha exploracion radiografia
Exacto una contractura era lo que sufria
El tratamiento un anargesico en biolastan
Fisioterapia dos semanas y a descansar
El dolor aflora no hay mejora,
Se tornan tristes los ojos de la doctora,
Miradas de la altorax que hacen llorar,
Hacen gritar a una madre que se ahoga en sus lagrimas,
Mi alma ostaldece, mi corazon latiendo en silencio poco a
Poco embudese, mi rostro envejese, salen mis lagrimas,
Dios mio no meresemos este aglario,
Diesisiete años no tiene sentido,
Maldito cancer quiere llevarse a mi hijo,
Porque a mi puto cancer te maldigo,
Por que a mi no merezco este castigo

No, tu no te lo lleve
Que mira que es mu joven mi niño quiere vivir,
No, tu no te lo lleve
No tiene sentido por que no me lleva a mi.

Sarcoma sera el nombre del diablo
Misera agonisando
Joder con quien hablo,
A mi mujer la juventud le estan robando
To el dia rezando, meses llorando
Radioterapia tratamiento con rayos
Efectos secundarios precipitan al desmayo
En el quirofano se ataca a sangre fria
Cirugia nuestra esperanza resulgia
Pasan los dias, los meses
Una resonancia en nuestras almas estremecen
El tumor se reproduce, crece
Seduce a la muerte apostando por destrece
Quimioterapia mi pelo desaparece
Mis amigos del equipo se rapan y se agradecen
No se todo se complica
Me ire sin conocer el sentimiento de una chica

No, tu no te lo lleve
Que mira que es mu joven mi niño quiere vivir,
No, tu no te lo lleve
No tiene sentido por que no me lleva a mi,

Me dan el alta vuelvo a mi domicilio,
No morire soy joven mis padres me concilio
Cansancio y sueño a veces me dominan
Mi amor es un arma blanca se llama morfina
Me ayuda a soñar, puedo volar
Y escapar del llanto amargo de una triste arma erida
Volando por encima de mi hogar
En un paisaje lunar
Mi uririca guarida,
Y cuando despierto mis rabias se vuelven hira
Por que a mi ahogo un grito en el cielo
La diosa dulce de la muerte se aproxima
Pobre con su pelo o el silencio del duelo
Me ayuda a soñar puedo volar se me olvida
Pensamientos suicidas
Mi espiritu se inunda de paz
Dulces sueños, mi niña me cuida

No, tu no te lo lleve
Que mira que mu joven mi niño quiere vivir,
Y No, tu no te lo lleve
No tiene sentido por que no me lleva a mi
No te lo lleve, ay no, nooo, que tu no te lo lleve
Ay ay ay, aaaaay.

Why Me!

I was an intelligent, astute boy
An excellent athlete, the captain
My life was soccer, my passion
Hanging out with my friends, a teenage sensation
A good student, as every afternoon
I was practicing my technique in the park
An ailment prevented me from continuing
It was a contracture, thought my nervous father
Right leg exploration, X-ray
That's right, a contracture was what I was suffering from
The treatment was an analgesic in biolastan
Physiotherapy for two weeks and rest
The pain arises, there is no improvement
The eyes of the doctor turn sad
Glances from the chest X-ray that make you cry
They make a mother scream who drowns in her tears
My soul grows cold, my heart beats in silence, little by little
My face grows old, my tears come out
My God, we don't deserve this punishment
Seventeen years old, it makes no sense
Cursed cancer wants to take my son away
Why me, fucking cancer, I curse you
Why me, I don't deserve this punishment

No, you don't take him away
Look how young he is. My child wants to live,
No, you don't take him away
It makes no sense why you don't take me instead.

Sarcoma will be the name of the devil
Wretched agony
Who am I talking to,
My wife is being robbed of her youth
Praying all day, crying for months
Radiation therapy treatment with rays
Side effects precipitate fainting
The operating room attacks in cold blood
Surgery, our hope is reborn
Days and months go by
An MRI makes our souls tremble
The tumor reproduces, it grows
He seduces death by betting on skill
Chemotherapy, my hair disappears
My friends from the team shave their heads and are grateful
Not everything gets complicated
I will leave without knowing the feeling of a girl

No, you don't take him away
Look how young he is. My child wants to live,
No, you don't take him away
It makes no sense why you don't take me instead.

They discharge me, I go back to my home
I will not die, I am young, my parents comfort me
Tiredness and sleep sometimes dominate me
My love is a cold steel weapon, its name is morphine
It helps me dream, I can fly
And escape from the bitter weeping of a sad, wounded soul
Flying over my home
In a lunar landscape
My urinary den
And when I wake up, my anger turns to rage
Why me? I suffocate a cry in the sky
The sweet goddess of death approaches
Poor thing, with her hair or the silence of mourning
She helps me dream, I can fly, I forget
Suicidal thoughts
My spirit is flooded with peace
Sweet dreams, my little girl takes care of me

No, you don't take him away
Look how young he is. My child wants to live,
And no, you don't take him away
It makes no sense why you don't take me instead.
Don't take him away, oh no, nooo, don't take him away
Oh oh oh, aaaaay.