Текст и перевод песни Héctor "El Father" - De Que Nos Vale

De Que Nos Vale

El de la torta, te acueras?, el del combito
El que te decia vente mata a ese puerquito
Saca la 40, vuelvete loquito
Pero como sufri cuando me mataron a Vito.
Vamo a matano de decia, yo tu no me quito
Saca la 40, vuelvete loquito
Pero en las noches
A mi cristo le pedia
Señor porfavor, cuida a mi hermanito.
Eres el artista del momento eres la moda todos quieren dar tus pasos!!
Pero te sientes solo!!
Eres un payaso!!
Detras de una chica, de un bm, de una casa esconde tu fracaso!!
Y sigues vacio!!
Eres un payaso!!
Te crees el terror, controlando todo con balaso
Pero ten cuidao que los amigos estan escasos
Te dicen que te aman y te dan un abraso
Y cuando das la espalda te llenan de plomazo.
Y tus hijos se quedan solo y no le hacen ni caso
Tu esposa a tu pana, se le entrega en los brasos
Y a tus hijos el nuevo papi los llena'e cantasos
Y a ti ya te enterraron, fuiste un payaso.
Eres el artista del momento eres la moda todos quieren dar tus pasos!!
Pero te sientes solo!!
Eres un payaso!!
Detras de una chica, de un bm, de una casa esconde tu fracaso!!
Y sigues vacio!!
Eres un payaso!!
Yo era el payaso que decia que la vida era una cura
Que cojieras las chamacas y que le hicieras travesuras
Pero en las noches le pedia al Dios de la altura
Señor cuida a mi hija, que se mantenga pura.
Y te decia dale pa lo oscuro pa'que la calientes
"Dale calor." pa'que veas como se siente
Pero en las noches, a mi cristo le pedia
Señor cuida a mi hija, que no manifieste.
Eres el artista del momento eres la moda todos quieren dar tus pasos!!
Pero te sientes solo!!
Eres un payaso!!
Detras de una chica, de un bm, de una casa esconde tu fracaso!!
Y sigues vacio!!
Eres un payaso!!
Son 15 años en esto, tu crees que yo bromeo
O que es una emocion, o que esto es un tripeo
Yo tengo mil historias, que puedo contarte
Como la de berto el de Garateo
Que pa'los 90 tenia un combo de 70
Tenia 40 pana, y una fama violenta
Ni el combo ni el dinero, el dolor evita
Hoy esta preso y nadie lo visita.
Primos que se matan, como Benji y Lelo
Hermanos de criansa, como Black y Raelo
Tu no eres intocable, hoy puedes ser tu
Me acuerdo de mi hermano, Tito Bolondru
La calle te da alas, tu te crees que vuelas
El diablo y la muerte, dandote gabela
Tu das la vida y todo por la calle
Y terminas muerto como Israel 'e Manuela.
Que nunca te cojan eso eso es un mito
El diablo te usa, para hacer el delito
Despues que te matan nadie te recuerda
Todavia lloro a mi hermano Vito
Como pichile, juan de dio, goldo pitel y aleta
La calle te vence, papi aqui no hay metas
No es pa'meterte miedo, es pa'que abras los ojos
Y sepa que en la vida, la muerte no respeta...

What Good Is It To Us?

The cake guy, remember?, the one with the combo
The one who told you "come on, let's kill that little pig"
Pull out the .40, go crazy
But how I suffered when they killed Vito.
"Let's kill him," I used to say, "I won't leave you"
Pull out the .40, go crazy
But at night
I used to ask my Christ
Lord, please, take care of my little brother.
You're the artist of the moment, you're the trend, everyone wants to follow your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You're a clown!!
Behind a girl, a BMW, a house, you hide your failure!!
And you're still empty!!
You're a clown!!
You think you're the terror, controlling everything with bullets
But be careful, friends are scarce
They tell you they love you and give you a hug
And when you turn your back they fill you with lead.
And your children are left alone and they don't even pay attention to them
Your wife gives herself to your buddy, in his arms
And the new daddy fills your children with beatings
And they already buried you, you were a clown.
You're the artist of the moment, you're the trend, everyone wants to follow your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You're a clown!!
Behind a girl, a BMW, a house, you hide your failure!!
And you're still empty!!
You're a clown!!
I was the clown who said life was a cure
That you should grab the girls and do naughty things to them
But at night I asked the God of heights
Lord, take care of my daughter, keep her pure.
And I told you to go to the dark side to make her hot
"Give her heat." so you can see how it feels
But at night, I asked my Christ
Lord, take care of my daughter, so she doesn't manifest.
You're the artist of the moment, you're the trend, everyone wants to follow your steps!!
But you feel alone!!
You're a clown!!
Behind a girl, a BMW, a house, you hide your failure!!
And you're still empty!!
You're a clown!!
It's been 15 years in this, you think I'm kidding
Or that it's an emotion, or that this is a trip
I have a thousand stories I can tell you
Like the one about Berto from Garateo
Who in the 90s had a gang of 70
He had 40 buddies, and a violent fame
Neither the gang nor the money avoids the pain
Today he's in jail and nobody visits him.
Cousins who kill each other, like Benji and Lelo
Brothers raised together, like Black and Raelo
You're not untouchable, today it could be you
I remember my brother, Tito Bolondru
The street gives you wings, you think you fly
The devil and death, giving you slack
You give your life and everything for the street
And you end up dead like Israel from Manuela.
May they never catch you, that's a myth
The devil uses you to commit the crime
After they kill you, nobody remembers you
I still cry for my brother Vito
Like Pichile, Juan de Dios, Goldo Pitel and Aleta
The street defeats you, daddy, there are no goals here
It's not to scare you, it's for you to open your eyes
And know that in life, death doesn't respect...