Текст и перевод песни Kendo Kaponi - Riendo para No Llorar

Riendo para No Llorar

3: 48 AM de nuevo el insomnio me visita
El mundo duerme en silencio
Y nadie puede oír ni uno de todos esto recuerdo que me gritan
Nadie sabe como se siente cuando
El corazón palpita de angustia
De cansarse de llorar de ese presentimiento
Que te dice que aun falta cosas por pasar

He pasado meses deprimido
Sin poder evitar la tristeza que me invada
Mirando a mi alrededor intentando de aceptar
Que ya no queda nadie que ya no queda nada
Solo ese presentimiento repetido la he analizado tanto
Que he concluido que quizás lo próximo que pase sera conmigo

Pero que sera por temor lo he contado
Se dice que si presientes algo y lo cuentas nunca sucederá
Y eso es lo que hago no quiero ser un recuerdo
De eso que nadie oirá cuando grite
Por eso cuento lo que siento por si es verdad eso
Que la vida no permite que la descifres
Por si para bien algo pueda cambiar

Lo digo en voz alta lo presiento a diario
Algo me va pasar
Se que algo va suceder y quizas morir me duela
Pero solo pido tiempo
Me faltan cosas por hacer
No soy de eso que nacen para vivir escondido
Y si algo me pasara
Hoy escribí muchas cosas que no he dicho y he sentido

Y quizás logre adelantarme para un despido
Lo siento mucho si eres de eso q algo te he dañado
Y te agradeceré si me perdonas
Aunque personas mas grandes y famosas
Que han han muerto y el mundo ha continuado
Y es q amo mas lo que he perdido q lo q tengo

Y quizás ustedes lo entienda
Cuando sientan lo que yo siento
O quizás estoy hablando por hablar
Pero si las cosas que mas yo he amado
Están muertas quizás en este mundo
Ya esta vencida el espacio de mi lugar

Así que sea lo que sea
Que me toque que entre
Que no seré un hasta
Nunca yo seré un hasta siempre
Super yei casi no oigo el ritmo
Hi flow sube un poco mas el game
Déjenlo correr voy a lanzar sin parar

La vida es un teatro, ropa prendas y zapatos
El verdadero tu, siempre en anonimato
Y fanáticos que quizá nunca los conozca
Para la firma del retrato, apoyan con todo
Tu disfraz barato
Y si pudiera, escapar de todo y que el tiempo volviera
Quizás no sentiría tanto de lo que sintiera
Como si algo poco a poco se muriera
Aquí adentro de ese personaje, ya ni recuerdo quien yo era
La fama, los poderes, el dinero, la mujeres
Sin querer hasta te olvidas de donde y quien eres
Y quien me escondió el manual de entre el mal y el bien
Cuando me llego el momento y subí de 0 a 100
La perdida de diana, el sufrimiento de mi hermana
Vs gente que ni he visto, que me grita y que me ama
Y que escriba y describa, saber todo de mi vida
Hasta haber sentido culpa, que mi mai murió de sida
Ya ni salgo, lo que he hecho es lo que valgo
No hice nada siendo un niño y quizás pudiendo hacer algo
O quizás usted difiera o me diga lo que quiera
Pero nunca me perdono la ignorancia y no dar cuenta
Que en mi cara se muriera
Y me aparto, de tantos recuerdos que descartos
Ahora cuando sufro, ya ni lo comparto
Y me ahoga este veneno que reparto
Pero encontre las drogas y se acabo el
Insomnio dentro de mi cuarto
Nou, nou, nou no
Riendo para no llorar
Nou, nou, nou no
Riendo para no llorar
Riendo para no llorar
Para no llorar
Mataron a broco en la guerra de las monja
Cinco años luego se absorbieron como esponja
Mueren amigos, enemigos y muchos inocente
Pero respiran venganza y nunca es suficiente para agacharse
Mataron a menor a seis minutos de montarse
Contesto, pero no lo salvarse
Hirieron a maryo fracturandoles las alas
Y el murió abrazando, salvándola de las balas
Amor, pero esta vez le fallo la suerte
Si la vida es un sueño, que la muerte lo despierte
A veces tanta fuerza a veces estar tan fuerte

A veces queda débil y todo se revierte
Todo gira y nada es eterno, todo se expira
A caliche lo mataron y por una mentira

Pero cuando hay algo oscuro y son tantos que lo estiran

Parte por lo fino, si el líder se sobre gira
A ramon, gordo, jovi y titon
Todavía preguntamos por su muerte y la razón
Y los llevamos aquí adentro del corazón
Mientras buscamos día y noche a dentro las paredes ese ratón
La casa se colapsa, como san andreas
No saben lo que he sufrido, aunque no lo crean, RIP correa

Te llevamos de cora y a aveces hablando de ti
Hasta cosculluela llora, tu recuerdo educa

Ancohe hablando con machuca

Reviviendo amigos muertos, como bazuca
Oyendo música y fumando hooka
Ahí es que un recuerdo de amigos nunca caduca

Yampi el chil, te recuerdo tanto
Dios te tenga en campo santo
Fuera de este llanto
Y arropado por el manto
A donde irán, si todos los que se han muerto se unirán
A mi que me lleven a donde metieron a tan
Esos tiempos pasaron pero, la poemas que hicimos
En casa no la borraran!

Entonces tan que mas te digo
Desde que te fuiste mucha cosa
Ya no hacen sentido tenias razón en desconfiar
Entre todos tus amigos tu te has ido
Y nada ha sucedido

Todo esta perdido
Ya tu nombre no hace ruido
Y tu nene no lo he visto
Su mama no he conseguido
Tu sigue en reposo
Todo esto es doloroso
Ese niño tiene que estar
Super hermozo

Nou, nou, nou no
Riendo para no llorar
Nou, nou, nou no
Riendo para no llorar
Riendo para no llorar
Para no llorar

Arrestaron a "EME" en un caso federal
Luego de cumplir sentencia lo bajaron estatal
Fue un acuerdo Racional
Entre abogados la sala judicial
Ya casi lista su sentencia para el tribunal

Ahí fue cuando los rumores
Que lo estaban esperando
El que nada debe nada teme y el siguió nadando
Yo pensando ya su sentencia esta terminando,
Ignorando que su tiempo de vida
Se estaba cortando

The kill my dad
Kill my so it′s imposible
That's some
One to kiss roll
Hay una herida que el lapiz
Escriba
Mataron a "EME"
Arrancándome la vida

Y debate entre el dolor y
El odio en un autorretrato
Cuanto vale un hombre
Que mata en la calle por contrato
Venganza me dice la voz
Que me habla de silbato
Pero no dieras ni un caso
Con los pies en mi zapato

Mataron mis deseos de ser leyenda de museo
De viajar el mundo y creo que por eso
No hago fuerza ni peleo por una
Carrera recta sin cojeo ni lograr las tres
Funciones en el choliseo

Llenar mi calendario de fama
Grito en un escenario
Sin ti nada es lo mismo Mario
Yo de hijo, tu de padre así fue la
Relación y tu muerte arranco los sueños
De mi corazón
R.I.P POWER FOR FATHER
I LOVE YOU TRU ETERNITY

Laughing to Keep from Crying

3:48 AM, insomnia visits me again.
The world sleeps in silence,
and no one can hear even one of all these memories that scream at me.
No one knows how it feels when
the heart throbs with anguish,
tired of crying, of that premonition
that tells you there are still things to go through.

I've spent months depressed,
unable to avoid the sadness that invades me,
looking around me, trying to accept
that there is no one left, that there is nothing left.
Only that repeated premonition. I've analyzed it so much
that I've concluded that maybe the next thing that happens will be with me.

But what if it's because of fear? I've told it.
They say that if you have a premonition about something and you tell it, it will never happen.
And that's what I do, girl. I don't want to be a memory,
something no one will hear when I scream.
That's why I tell what I feel, in case it's true, that
life doesn't allow you to decipher it,
in case something can change for the better.

I say it out loud, I feel it every day:
Something is going to happen to me.
I know something is going to happen, and maybe dying will hurt, girl,
but I just ask for time.
I have things to do.
I'm not one of those who are born to live hidden,
and if something were to happen to me,
today I wrote many things that I haven't said and have felt.

And maybe I managed to get ahead of myself for a farewell.
I'm so sorry if you're one of those I've hurt, girl,
and I'd appreciate it if you forgave me.
Although bigger and more famous people
have died and the world has continued,
it's because I love what I've lost more than what I have.

And maybe you'll understand
when you feel what I feel, girl,
or maybe I'm just talking to talk.
But if the things I've loved the most
are dead, maybe in this world
the space of my place has already been defeated.

So whatever it is
that I have to go through,
I won't be a "see you later,"
I'll be a "see you forever."
Super Yei, I can barely hear the rhythm.
Hi Flow, turn up the game a little more.
Let it run, I'm going to launch non-stop.

Life is a theater: clothes, garments, and shoes.
The real you, always anonymous.
And fans who maybe I'll never meet,
for the signature of the portrait, they support everything,
your cheap disguise.
And if I could escape from it all and time could go back,
maybe I wouldn't feel so much of what I feel, girl,
as if something was slowly dying
here inside this character. I don't even remember who I was anymore.
Fame, power, money, women...
Without wanting to, you even forget where and who you are.
And who hid the manual of good and evil from me
when the time came and I went from 0 to 100?
The loss of Diana, my sister's suffering,
versus people I haven't even seen who scream at me and love me,
and who write and describe, knowing everything about my life,
to the point of feeling guilty that my mom died of AIDS.
I don't go out anymore, what I've done is what I'm worth.
I didn't do anything as a child, maybe I could have done something,
or maybe you disagree or tell me what you want, girl,
but I'll never forgive myself for the ignorance and not realizing
that she was dying in my face.
And I detach myself from so many memories that are discarded.
Now when I suffer, I don't even share it anymore.
And this poison I share chokes me,
but I found drugs and the
insomnia in my room is over.
No, no, no, no...
Laughing to keep from crying.
No, no, no, no...
Laughing to keep from crying.
Laughing to keep from crying.
To keep from crying.
They killed Broco in the war of the nuns.
Five years later, they were absorbed like a sponge.
Friends, enemies, and many innocent people die,
but revenge breathes and it's never enough to back down.
They killed Menor six minutes after he got on.
He answered, but he couldn't save himself.
They hurt Maryo, fracturing his wings,
and he died hugging her, saving her from the bullets.
Love, but this time luck failed him.
If life is a dream, may death awaken him.
Sometimes so much strength, sometimes being so strong...

Sometimes you become weak and everything reverses.
Everything turns and nothing is eternal, everything expires.
They killed Caliche over a lie.

But when there is something dark and so many are involved...

It breaks down if the leader spins out of control.
Ramon, Gordo, Jovi, and Titon...
We still ask about their death and the reason.
And we carry them here, inside our hearts,
while we search day and night within the walls for that rat.
The house collapses, like San Andreas.
You don't know what I've suffered, believe it or not. RIP Correa.

We carry you in our hearts, and sometimes when we talk about you,
even Cosculluela cries. Your memory educates.

Ancohe talking to Machuca,

reviving dead friends, like Bazuca,
listening to music and smoking hookah.
That's when a memory of friends never expires.

Yampi el Chil, I remember you so much.
May God keep you in the holy ground,
away from this crying,
and wrapped in his mantle.
Where will they go, if all those who have died are reunited?
Take me where they put Tan.
Those times have passed, but the poems we made
at home will not be erased!

So what else can I tell you, girl?
Since you left, many things
no longer make sense. You were right to distrust.
Among all your friends, you are the one who has left,
and nothing has happened.

Everything is lost.
Your name no longer makes a sound,
and I haven't seen your baby.
I haven't been able to find his mother.
You remain at rest.
All this is painful.
That child must be
super beautiful.

No, no, no, no...
Laughing to keep from crying.
No, no, no, no...
Laughing to keep from crying.
Laughing to keep from crying.
To keep from crying.

They arrested "EME" in a federal case.
After serving his sentence, they took him down to state.
It was a rational agreement
between lawyers in the courtroom.
His sentence was almost ready for the court.

That's when the rumors started
that they were waiting for him.
He who owes nothing fears nothing, and he kept swimming.
I thought his sentence was almost over,
ignoring that his time on earth
was running out.

They kill my dad.
Kill my so, it's impossible.
That's some
one to kiss roll.
There's a wound that the pencil
writes.
They killed "EME,"
ripping my life away.

And the debate between pain and
hatred in a self-portrait.
How much is a man worth
who kills on the street for hire?
Revenge, says the voice
that whistles to me,
but you wouldn't give a damn
if you were in my shoes.

They killed my desire to be a museum legend,
to travel the world. And I think that's why
I don't push or fight for a
straight career without flinching or to achieve three
shows at the Coliseo.

To fill my calendar with fame,
to shout on a stage...
Without you, nothing is the same, Mario.
Me as a son, you as a father, that's how the
relationship was. And your death ripped the dreams
from my heart.
R.I.P. POWER FOR FATHER.
I LOVE YOU TRU ETERNITY.