Llora - Kaydy Cain перевод на английский

Llora

Y ella llora,
Porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora
Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo se empeora
Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora
Y me quiere, por eso llora...

Yo también lloro, aunque no lo veas
Yo también sufro, aunque no me creas
Me rodeo de putas pero ninguna me llena
Y alguna vez he pensado en cortarme las venas

Ahora puedo dejarla y en verdad no quiero hacerlo
Si quería salir de ella porque estaba dentro
Pero desde afuera se la echa mucho de menos
Yo quiero a las dos aunque ninguna quiera verlo

La calle está celosa de ti, tú de la calle
Pero para mi se hacen las dos inseparables
Tú me das la vida, la calle me la quita
Tú eres para mi como en la herida una tirita

Y ella sufre porque me quiere
Y ve que las heridas nunca dejan de sangrar
Me dice que está cansada de curarlas,
Que me vaya pal' carajo, que me aguante mi mamá

Y ella llora,
Porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora
Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo empeora
Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora
Y me quiere, por eso llora...

Dice que pare un poco, que fumo mucho
Y que sigo si llego tan tarde porque me ducho
Me dice que me acerque para ver a que huelo
Me dice que me acerque para ver lo que llevo

A veces a llegado hasta chuparme la nariz
A veces hasta me registra dentro del calcetín
A veces piensa que voy a dejar de consumir
Y no es así, dice que al final yo sólo voy a morir

Y ella llora,
Porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora
Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo empeora
Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora
Y me quiere, por eso llora.

She Cries

And she cries,
Because she knows I married the street and she will never be my lady
Because she thought everything was going to get better but it only gets worse
Because she knows my days are numbered like water in a canteen
And she loves me, that's why she cries...

I cry too, even though you don't see
I suffer too, even though you don't believe me
I surround myself with whores but none of them fill me
And I have thought about cutting my veins

Now I can leave her and I really don't want to
If I wanted to leave her it was because I was inside
But from the outside I miss her a lot
I love both of you even though neither of you want to see it

The street is jealous of you, you of the street
But for me they are inseparable
You give me life, the street takes it away from me
You are to me as a bandage on a wound

And she suffers because she loves me
And he sees that the wounds never stop bleeding
She tells me she is tired of healing them,
To get lost, that my mother put's up with me

And she cries,
Because she knows I married the street and she will never be my lady
Because she thought everything was going to get better but it only gets worse
Because she knows my days are numbered like water in a canteen
And she loves me, that's why she cries...

She says to stop a little, that I smoke a lot
And that I'm late because I'm taking a shower
She tells me to come closer to see what I smell like
She tells me to come closer to see what I'm carrying

Sometimes she has even sucked my nose
Sometimes she even searches my socks
Sometimes she thinks that I will stop using drugs
And it's not like that, she says that in the end I'm only going to die

And she cries,
Because he knows I married the street and he will never be my man
Because he thought everything was going to get better but it only gets worse
Because he knows my days are numbered like water in a canteen
And he loves me, that's why he cries.