Текст и перевод песни Las Áñez - En la Lucha

En la Lucha

Ahora que tengo mas años
Siento que he perdido mucho,
No es solo por lo que lucho
Sino por lo que me queda
Que toda la vida fuera
Lo que veo y lo que escucho,
La tinta de mi cartucho
Mis palabras escribiera
Ahorrándome la pelea de luchar por lo que lucho.
Qué que colmo, que no escucho,
Que tono que no es mucho que no hiera
Ya no vale ser sincera
Aunque se sepa que no es justo
Apoyar lo de mal gusto siendo poco el que se esmera
A cargar con la bandera
De lo que decian los cuchos...
Y es normal, ya no me asusto
Asi es que funciona el mundo:
Te complace en un segundo
Y al final se te voltea
La bondad que alcaguetea
Hasta el mas cruel vagabundo
Lo lleva hasta en lo profundo
Por mas bajo que eso sea
Castigando al que no crea
Que somos todos o ninguno
Asi piense que no es justo
Y me ahogue en la quimera.
Nunca se lo que se espera
Asi busque en lo profundo
Pues mas vale este segundo
Que lo que yo mas quisiera
Acabar con la pelea
De luchar por lo que lucho...
Esa es maestra realidad,
La de hallar y sacar fruto
De lo que no es absoluto
Por mas que asi nos parezca
Imitamos la destreza
Del que es vivo y mas asusto
Y aprendemos que ser bruto
Contemplar la carretera
Sin cruzarla siquiera
Por el premio y artibuto
Qué que colmo,
Que no escucho,
Que el tono es mucho que no hiera
Ya no vale ser sincera
Aunque se sepa que no es justo... (arriba)

In the Fight

Now that I am older
I feel like I've lost a lot,
It's not just what I'm fighting for
But what I have left
That my whole life was
What I see and what I hear,
The ink in my cartridge
My words would write,
Saving me the fight to fight for what I fight for.
What a climax, that I don't hear,
That tone that is not much that will not hurt,
It's no longer worth being honest
Even if it's known that it's not fair
Supporting bad taste as the one who tries little,
To carry the banner
Of what they said...
And it's okay, I'm not scared anymore
That's how the world works:
Makes you happy for a second
And in the end it turns on you,
The kindness that snitches,
Even the cruelest bum
He carries it deep inside,
As low as it is,
Punishing those who don't believe
That we are all or none,
Thinking that it's not fair,
And I drown in the dream.
I never know what to expect,
Searching deep inside,
Because this moment is better
Than what I wanted most
End the fight
Of fighting for what I fight for...
That's the real truth,
Of finding and bearing fruit
Of what is not absolute
As much as it seems that way,
We imitate the skill
Of those who are alive and more fearsome,
And we learn that being cruel,
Contemplate the road,
Without even crossing it,
For the prize and attribute...
What a climax,
That I don't hear,
That the tone is a lot that does not hurt,
It's no longer worth being honest
Even if it's known that it's not fair... (above)