Текст и перевод песни Juan D'Arienzo feat. Alberto Echagüe - Y Suma y Sigue

Y Suma y Sigue

No me gusta andar con vivos y a los giles les doy
Pasea los otros si es preciso los atiendo y se acabó.
Si la mala se encabrita me la aguanto hasta que
Amansey aunque siempre hay un amigo, curo a solas mi dolor.
Me enseñó la mala racha que la suerte es mina ilusa,
Que, al final, se queda siempre con aquel que está grillao.
Y aprendí en los desencantos,
Que si afloja el de la zurda,
Es mejor que te amasijes porque al fin irás palmao.
Aunque seas bien derecho si andas seco te dan pifia.
Trabajando sos cualquiera y afanando sos señor.
Porque, al fin,
Hasta la grela que comparte tu cobijacuando
Ve mangos en fila solo piensa "¿cuántos son?".
Además, nadie pregunta de que "lao" llegó la buena, la
Importancia está en los mangos aunque salgan de lo peor.
Y aprendes al triste precio de tu credo en esta
Feriaque ni tiñe la vergüenza, ni la guita tiene honor.
Me enseñaron los amigos que estas firme si hay
Rebusque, aprendí de los extraños que hay que abrirse del favor.
Y la vez, que por humano le di cuarta a un gil
"Cualunque", me dejó en la puerca vía sin confianza y sin colchón.
Los demás te ven sacando por la pinta, como al naipe, y
Al marcarte "gil en puerta", pregonando que hay amor,
Te saquean hasta el alma y después te dan el
Raje...¡Pero nadie mira nunca que tenés un corazón!

And It Keeps Adding Up

I don't like to hang out with clever people, but I'm nice to fools
I'll let others walk all over me if I have to, and then it's over.
If the bad luck drives me crazy, I'll just put up with it until it
Settles down, even though there's always a friend there, I heal my pain alone.
The bad times have taught me that luck is a fickle mistress,
Who, in the end, always stays with the one who's lost his mind.
And I've learned from my disappointments,
That if the left hand loosens,
It's better to get yourself together because you're going to end up dead.
Even if you're a good person, if you're broke, you'll get the cold shoulder.
If you work, you're nothing, but if you steal, you're a lord.
Because, in the end,
Even the girl you share your bed with,
When she sees a lot of money, all she thinks about is "how much is it?".
Besides, no one asks where the money came from, the
Important thing is how much there is, even if it comes from the worst.
And you learn at a sad price in this
Worldthat neither tarnishes shame, nor does money have honor.
My friends have taught me that you're only good if you have
Something to offer, I've learned from strangers that you have to beg for favors.
And the time that, out of compassion, I gave a fool a helping hand,
"Any old thing", he left me high and dry, without trust and without a bed.
The others see you playing your hand by the way you look, like a card game, and
By labeling you a "fool at the door", they announce that there's love,
They rob you blind and then they tell you to
Get lost...But no one ever sees that you have a heart!