Se Fue - Lefty Sm feat. Santa Fe Klan перевод на английский

Se Fue

Escucha por piedad, maldita realidad
Deja que corra de jalón
No quiere llorar
No quiere saber más de esta vida ayúdalo

No es su destino, su vida no la valora
Maldita calle que lo tiene, lo devora
Son sensaciones que te hacen doler el cora
Su madre llora, su madre llora

Maldita pobreza, yo no sé en dónde va a terminar
Porque él no para, él no quiere, no se deja ayudar
Su familia lo abandonó, no quiso batallar
Solo su madre le llora y no lo mira vagar

Volar, volar, él va buscando salida
La culpa carga y es tan dolida
Él solo busca sentirse arriba
El vago muere, no tiene vida

Se fue, se fue, su vuelo no aterrizó
Ya no recuerda ni quién es
Tal vez, tal vez fue por amor y dolor
Que se perdió entre las drogas y el alcohol

Ayer, ayer vi llorando a una mujer
Era su madre que no sabe de él
Vagando lo ven, sin control ni temor
Respirando una bolsa con resistol

A la calle salió, se desapareció
Su familia perdió, ni cuenta se dio
Por la noche vagando, su dosis buscando
Hasta su nombre ha olvidado, su madre está llorando

Preguntándose cuándo será el día que regresa
Tal vez fue la tristeza o tal vez fue la pobreza, (qué sé yo)
Su inocencia perdida camina sin rumbo, buscando salida
Sufriendo de hambre y de la noche fría
Su hermana la ven llorando todavía

Lágrimas y dolor de su familia
Camina automático siente que que lo mata el pánico
Es lógico que no aterriza por tanto veneno tóxico
Cada vez más flaco con la mente en blanco
Drogado en el suelo, tirado en mal estado, intoxicado

Sus heridas no han cicatrizado
Cuándo será que volverá, dónde estará
Cuándo regresará, cuándo volverá
Cuándo será, cuándo será, cuándo será

Volando se fue, se fue, se fue, su vuelo no aterrizó
Ya no recuerda ni quién es
Tal vez, tal vez fue por amor y dolor
Que se perdió entre las drogas y el alcohol

Ayer, ayer vi llorando a una mujer
Era su madre que no sabe de él
Vagando lo ven, sin control ni temor
Respirando una bolsa con resistol

He Has Gone

Please listen, damn reality
Let him run
He doesn't want to cry
He doesn't want to know anymore about this life, help him

It's not his destiny, he doesn't value his life
Damn streets, they have him, they're devouring him
These are feelings that make your heart hurt
His mother cries, his mother cries

Damn poverty, I don't know where he'll end up
Because he won't stop, he doesn't want to, he won't let himself be helped
His family gave up on him, they didn't want to struggle
Only his mother cries for him and doesn't watch him wander

Fly, fly, he's looking for a way out
He carries the guilt and it's so painful
He just wants to feel high
The bum is dying, he has no life

He's gone, he's gone, his flight didn't land
He doesn't even remember who he is anymore
Maybe, maybe it was love and pain
That he lost himself in drugs and alcohol

Yesterday, yesterday I saw a woman crying
It was his mother, she doesn't know about him
They see him wandering, no control or fear
Breathing from a bag of glue

He went out into the street, he disappeared
His family lost him, they didn't even notice
Wandering at night, searching for his dose
He's even forgotten his name, his mother is crying

Wondering when the day will come when he'll return
Maybe it was the sadness or maybe it was the poverty, (what do I know?)
His lost innocence walks aimlessly, looking for a way out
Suffering from hunger and the cold night
His sister is still seen crying

Tears and pain from his family
He walks automatically, he feels panic killing him
It's logical that he doesn't land because of so much toxic poison
Getting thinner and thinner, with a blank mind
Drugged on the floor, lying in a bad state, intoxicated

His wounds have not healed
When will he come back, where will he be
When will he return, when will he come back
When will it be, when will it be, when will it be

Flying away he went, he went, he went, his flight didn't land
He doesn't even remember who he is anymore
Maybe, maybe it was love and pain
That he lost himself in drugs and alcohol

Yesterday, yesterday I saw a woman crying
It was his mother, she doesn't know about him
They see him wandering, no control or fear
Breathing from a bag of glue