Текст и перевод песни Haze feat. Luis Eduardo Aute - Juego De Niños

Juego De Niños

Un rumor de sombras
Sigiloso juego sádico
El niño sin sonrisa
Su mirada era un témpano
Asi creció en el vacío hogar de un orfanato
Escenario donde sufre su primer maltrato
El cariño brilla por su ausencia
No sabe por qué pero su piel está marcada con violencia
Quién fue el culpable, quién defiende su inocencia?
Nadie. La soledad golpea su conciencia
Al cumplir 10 años le entregan en adopción
Atrás dejó la prisión, secuelas de sumisión
Un bohemio taciturno nunca en calma
No siente, su dura infancia se llevó su alma
Ahora comienza la odisea, el terror
En la escuela conoce el silencio del rencor
Temor, cada insulto a tenor, por menor
Juego de niños que apuñala su honor
En su mente se ahoga un grito de auxilio
Su impotencia le hace volar contra el cirio
Ya no sale ni al recreo el miedo le mata,
Le bautizaron con maldad y ahora le llaman rata
Y así golpe a golpe se escribe la historia
Del niño que nace y se hace en la escoria
Su casa es la calle y la calle la escuela
Que doma sus sueños a punta de espuela
Y crece obligado a deber sin derecho, a sobrevivir como puro deshecho
La letra penetra con sangre y a fuego
La infancia es penar y el colegio talego
Insomnio, el juego ya se pone serio
Se tiñe de agresión lo que antes sólo era improperio
Un niño cruel a diario le provoca el miedo
Que derrama odio frío, corazón de hielo
El líder rodeado de secuaces sedientos
De una humillacion salvaje, conjura del necio
El no ser de la élite, lo siento, tiene un precio
Si no mira pa' el lado y respeta el pacto del silencio (shhh)
Ya no quiere ir al colegio
El pánico le acerca lentamente a cometer un sacrilegio
Por qué tanto dolor concentrado en el mismo alumno?
Cada noche sudor frío y terrores nocturnos
Las horas en su casa son una sentencia
Cautivo en la custodia de un castillo de inocencia
Tanta violencia precipita su conciencia
Suicidio
Su alma busca el reino del exilio

Y así golpe a golpe se escribe la historia
Del niño que nace y se hace en la escoria
Su casa es la calle y la calle la escuela
Que doma sus sueños a punta de espuela
Y crece obligado a deber sin derecho, a sobrevivir como puro deshecho
La letra penetra con sangre y a fuego
Juego de niños, juego de niños
(Juego de niños)

Y así golpe a golpe se escribe la historia
Del niño que nace y se hace en la escoria
Su casa es la calle y la calle la escuela
Que doma sus sueños a punta de espuela
Y crece obligado a deber sin derecho, a sobrevivir como puro deshecho
La letra penetra con sangre y a fuego
Juego de niños, juego de niños

Children's Game

A rumor of shadows
A stealthy, sadistic game
The boy without a smile
His gaze was an iceberg
Thus he grew in the empty home of an orphanage
The stage where he suffers his first abuse
Affection shines by its absence
He doesn't know why, but his skin is marked with violence
Who was the culprit, who defends his innocence?
No one. Loneliness strikes his conscience
When he turned 10, they gave him up for adoption
He left the prison behind, the aftermath of submission
A taciturn bohemian, never calm
He doesn't feel, his hard childhood took his soul
Now the odyssey begins, the terror
In school, he learns the silence of resentment
Fear, every insult to a tenor, however minor
Children's game that stabs his honor
In his mind, a cry for help drowns
His powerlessness makes him fly against the candle
He no longer goes out to recess, fear kills him,
They christened him with evil, and now they call him a rat
And so, blow by blow, the story is written
Of the boy who is born and made in the scum
His home is the street, and the street is the school
That tames his dreams with a spur
And he grows up forced to owe without the right, to survive as pure garbage
The letter penetrates with blood and fire
Childhood is to grieve and school is a prison
Insomnia, the game is getting serious
What was once just an insult is now stained with aggression
A cruel boy provokes his fear every day
Which spills cold hatred, a heart of ice
The leader surrounded by thirsty accomplices
Of a wild humiliation, a conjuring of the fool
Not being of the elite, I'm sorry, has a price
If he doesn't look the other way and respects the pact of silence (shhh)
He no longer wants to go to school
Panic slowly brings him closer to committing a sacrilege
Why so much pain concentrated on the same student?
Every night cold sweat and nightmares
The hours in his house are a sentence
Captive in the custody of a castle of innocence
So much violence precipitates his conscience
Suicide
His soul seeks the kingdom of exile

And so, blow by blow, the story is written
Of the boy who is born and made in the scum
His home is the street, and the street is the school
That tames his dreams with a spur
And he grows up forced to owe without the right, to survive as pure garbage
The letter penetrates with blood and fire
Children's game, children's game
(Children's game)

And so, blow by blow, the story is written
Of the boy who is born and made in the scum
His home is the street, and the street is the school
That tames his dreams with a spur
And he grows up forced to owe without the right, to survive as pure garbage
The letter penetrates with blood and fire
Children's game, children's game