Текст и перевод песни Ignacio Rondon - Pelea Domestica

Pelea Domestica

Te marchas viernes, sabado y domingo
Y yo sola en casa sin saber que hacer
La soledad me abraza y lo mas que pasa
Es que el fin que viene te marches tambien.
Hombre es hombre a quien no le va a provocar
Despues de tanto bregar salir a tomarse uno tragos
Con unos amigos hombre es hombre no entiendo tu malestar
Sabiendo bien que en tu hogar toditas las cosas que pidas
Se te han concebido.
Pero yo no me case con la cama
Ni con la nevera
Me case con un hombre
Para que me quiera
Los celos te queman el alma
Te roban la calma ponte tu a pensar
Si no salgo a trabajar el carro que usas
El lujo que tienes quien lo va a costear.
Pero yo no me case con las joyas ni con las monedas
Me case con un hombre a que amo mucho y mi cuerpo anhela
Y hoy mi cama esta sola.
Los celos te queman el alma
Te roban la calma como puedo hacer
Para ayudarte a comprender que el hombre es del aire
Que rueda y que nada puede detener.
Pero yo no me case con la cama
Ni con la nevera
Me case con un hombre
Para que me quiera
Los celos te queman el alma
Te roban la calma ponte tu a pensar
Si no salgo a trabajar el carro que usas
El lujo que tienes quien lo va a costear.
Pero yo no me case con las joyas
Ni con las monedas
Me case con un hombre
A quien amo mucho y mi cuerpo anhela
Y hoy mi cama esta sola.
Sola Me siento sola
Perdona si te hago llorar
Yo te amo en verdad
Me haces falta eres mi cancion
Mi serenata pero de que el mundo es mundo
El hombre es de la calle y la mujer de la casa
Prefiero quedarme sola

Domestic Fight

You leave Friday, Saturday and Sunday,
And I'm home alone with nothing to do,
Loneliness embraces me, and the most that happens,
Is that next weekend you leave again.
Man is man, who wouldn't want to unwind?
After so much work, go and have a few drinks,
With some friends, Man is man, I don't understand your anger,
Knowing well that in your home everything you ask,
Has been given to you.
But I didn't marry the bed,
Or the fridge,
I married a man,
For him to love me.
Jealousy burns your soul,
It robs you of your peace of mind. Think for yourself,
If I don't go to work, whose car do you use?
Whose luxury do you have?
But I didn't marry the jewelry or the money,
I married a man whom I love very much, and who my body yearns for.
And today my bed is empty.
Jealousy burns your soul,
It robs you of your peace of mind, What can I do?
To help you understand that man is of the air,
That he rolls and that nothing can stop him.
But I didn't marry the bed,
Or the fridge,
I married a man,
For him to love me.
Jealousy burns your soul,
It robs you of your peace of mind. Think for yourself,
If I don't go to work, whose car do you use?
Whose luxury do you have?
But I didn't marry the jewelry
Or the money,
I married a man,
Whom I love very much, and who my body yearns for.
And today my bed is empty.
Empty I feel empty.
Forgive me if I make you cry.
I love you, really.
I need you. You are my song.
My serenade, but since the world began,
Man is for the streets and woman for the home.
I'd rather be alone.