Текст и перевод песни Haze feat. Piculabe - 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
Ginés Olmedilla Utrera

Why Me!

He was a bright, intelligent boy
Excellent athlete, the captain
His life was football, his passion
Going out with his friends was an adolescent sensation
A good student, like every afternoon
Training his technique in the park
An ailment prevented him from continuing
It was a contracture, the father thought nervously
Right leg exploration X-ray
Yes, a contracture was what he was suffering from
Treatment, an analgesic in biolastan
Physiotherapy for two weeks and rest
The pain surfaces, there is no improvement,
The doctor's eyes turn sad,
Altarax glances that make you cry,
They make a mother scream as she drowns in her tears,
My soul grows pale, my heart beating in silence, little by
Little it dulls, my face ages, my tears come
My God, we do not deserve this punishment,
Seventeen years old, it makes no sense,
Damned cancer wants to take my son away from me,
Why fucking cancer, I curse you,
Why me, I don't deserve this punishment

No, you won't take him away, look how young he is, my baby wants to live,
No, you won't take him away, it makes no sense, why don't you take me.

Sarcoma will be the name of the devil
Wretched dying
Who am I talking to?
My wife's youth is being stolen from her
All day praying, months crying
Radiotherapy, treatment with rays
Side effects precipitate fainting
In the operating room, the attack is cold-blooded
Surgery, our hope resurfaces
Days and months pass
An MRI shakes our souls
The tumor reproduces, it grows
It seduces death by betting on dexterity
Chemotherapy, my hair disappears
My teammates shave their heads and are grateful
No, everything gets complicated
I will leave without knowing the feeling of a girl

No, you won't take him away, look how young he is, my baby wants to live,
No, you won't take him away, it makes no sense, why don't you take me.

They discharge me, I return home,
I will not die, I am young, my parents reconcile me
Tiredness and sleep sometimes overpower me
My love is a sharp weapon called morphine
It helps me dream, I can fly
And escape from the bitter crying of a sad wounded soul
Flying over my home
In a lunar landscape
My dreary lair,
And when I wake up, my rages turn to anger
Why me? I stifle a scream in the sky
The sweet goddess of death approaches
Poor thing, with her silence or the silence of mourning
It helps me dream, I can fly, I forget
Suicidal thoughts
My spirit is flooded with peace
Sweet dreams, my girl takes care of me

No, you won't take him away, look how young he is, my baby wants to live,
And no, you won't take him away, it makes no sense, why don't you take me
Don't take him away, oh no, nooo, don't you take him away
Oh oh oh, aaaaay
Ginés Olmedilla Utrera