Текст и перевод песни Los Aldeanos - Dos pa Dos

Dos pa Dos

Madre de mi hijo, hija de quien me odia
la mujer de mi historia
tu mi ultima novia
que me a mostrado
entre pecados el camino hacia la gloria
en ceremonias ocultas, por
una oscuridad que obia
la precencia del deseo
en nuestros lechos de cemento
donde quisa fue creado
el proximo espaviento
donde somos libres,
libres como el viento
donde se funden dos almas
en un solo cuerpo,
el no es el hombre perfecto
tus padres te repiten
por eso hasta con ellos
me niego a compartirte,
segun ellos
sufristes porque no te iba ver y
que en mi vida tu,
no eras la unica mujer,
puede ver cuando tu madre tomada te gritaba y
con 6 meses de embarazo
fuertemente te golpeaba
quien te consolaba ¡eh!
el chico del pelo malo ¿no?
quien jamas te dio dinero
porque a el no se le dio el hip-hop
no es comico ser el malo del cuento
ni darle un nieto a un padre abuelo
que quieren al padre muerto
aun asi te demuestro que a los muertos
no se matan, porque un muerto cada vez
que de te boca sale un tata
te idolatra
el primer hombre de tu vida y
el ultimo a no ser,
que la muerto me lo inpida
mi amiga, mi mujer,
mi ahija, mi consejera,
por eso te quiero el doble
de lo que tu me quieras,
a la manera que tu quieras
que te quiera, yo te quiero
pero quiero, que me quieras
como quiero y es sin celos
yo quisiera, que supieras
que este caballero espera
que se muera quien no quiera
que me quieras
como quiero, tu
mi eterna compañera
tu el desvelo de este chico
iris yo te necesito
lo juro por nuestro hijito
disculpa si a los cuatro viento
grito que me siento enamorado,
porque enamorado es la palabra
que encuentro para definir
y, sentir en cuanto de existir
NI TUS PADRES NI DIOS
TE ALEJARAN DE MI IRIS
YA ES TUYO MI CUERPO
Y TAMBIEN MI CORAZON
Dueña de mi corazon
razon de ser de este lunatico
que andaba sin sentido
perdido en camino erratico
contigo aprendi
que todas no estan echas de plastico
y que el amor no se extrae
de cajeros automatico,
magicos son los momentos
en los que en ti pienso
y confiezo,
que es mucha la fe que hacia ti profeso
llevo un rosario colgado
en mi pecho pero no rezo
porque se que el señor
me bendice atravez de tus besos,
besos de los cuales
presindir nunca podria
pues no sabria que hacer
si seria otro no te dejaria
esto es amor
y no machismo de porqueria
porque amarte celia
es mi concepto de hombria,
rebeldia, de dos almas
es nuestra relacion
pues prohibicion
no nos da un periodo de calma
sin mas armas
que el cariño
lucho y curo mis heridas
contras las intrigas
de una familia perfecta entra comillas
sencillamente,
me niego a perderte
pues no poder tenerte
es un castigo permanente
fuerte me mantendre
aunque tus padres
esten enpeñados
en tratarte y tratarme
como a sus subordinados
obligados a entregarnos a escondidas
pero en cada partida
lo damos todos sin medidad
incomprendida
pasion que solo hacemos realidad
con la ocasion y oscuridad
en complicidad
en realidad
pienso que tus desprecio
seria mi tortura,
amor bajo censura
que cresca a diario se procura
gracias a dios doy
por entregar a la doncella mas pura
a un vagabundo
caballero sin dorada armadura
CELIA TU ERES MI MUNDO;
IRIS TU MI OTRO YO,
LAs QUEREMOS, Y NO LAS DEJAREMOS! NO!
AMARLAS TAREA QUE DIOS NOS OTORGO
USTEDES Y NOSOTROS
ETERNO 2 PA 2 (bis)

Two for Two

Mother of my son, daughter of my hater,
the woman of my story,
you, my last love,
who has shown me
the path to glory amidst sins.
In hidden ceremonies, through
an oblivious darkness,
the presence of desire blooms
on our cement beds,
where perhaps the next uproar was created,
where we are free,
free as the wind,
where two souls merge
into one body.
I am not the perfect man,
your parents repeat,
that's why even with them
I refuse to share you.
According to them,
you suffered because I wouldn't see you and
that in my life, you
were not the only woman.
I could see when your mother, drunk, would yell at you and
with 6 months of pregnancy,
would strongly hit you.
Who consoled you, eh?
The boy with the bad hair, right?
The one who never gave you money
because hip-hop didn't give it to him.
It's not funny being the bad guy in the story
nor giving a grandson to a grandfather
who wants the father dead.
Still, I show you that the dead
are not killed, because a dead man every time
a "daddy" comes out of your mouth
idolizes you.
The first man in your life and
the last one unless,
death prevents me.
My friend, my woman,
my daughter, my counselor,
that's why I love you twice
as much as you love me,
in whatever way you want
me to love you, I love you
but I want you to love me
like I do, and that's without jealousy.
I wish you knew
that this gentleman hopes
that whoever doesn't want you
to love me
like I do, dies,
you,
my eternal companion.
You are this boy's sleeplessness,
Iris, I need you,
I swear it by our little son.
Forgive me if I shout to the four winds
that I feel in love,
because "in love" is the word
I find to define
and feel in every bit of existence.
NEITHER YOUR PARENTS NOR GOD
WILL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME, IRIS
MY BODY IS ALREADY YOURS
AND ALSO MY HEART
Owner of my heart,
reason for being of this lunatic
who wandered aimlessly,
lost on an erratic path.
With you I learned
that not all women are made of plastic
and that love is not extracted
from ATMs.
The moments
when I think of you are magical
and I confess,
that the faith I profess towards you is great.
I wear a rosary
on my chest but I don't pray
because I know the Lord
blesses me through your kisses,
kisses that I
could never do without
because I wouldn't know what to do
if I were another, I wouldn't leave you.
This is love
and not crappy machismo
because loving you, Celia,
is my concept of manhood,
rebellion, of two souls
is our relationship,
because prohibition
doesn't give us a period of calm.
Without more weapons
than affection,
I fight and heal my wounds
against the intrigues
of a "perfect" family in quotation marks.
Simply,
I refuse to lose you
because not being able to have you
is a permanent punishment.
I will stay strong
even though your parents
are determined
to treat you and treat me
as their subordinates,
forced to surrender to each other in secret.
But in each departure,
we give everything without measure,
misunderstood
passion that we only make real
with opportunity and darkness,
in complicity,
in reality.
I think your contempt
would be my torture,
love under censorship
that grows daily is sought.
Thank God I give
for giving the purest maiden
to a vagabond
knight without golden armor.
CELIA YOU ARE MY WORLD;
IRIS YOU ARE MY OTHER SELF,
WE LOVE YOU, AND WE WON'T LEAVE YOU! NO!
LOVING YOU IS A TASK THAT GOD GRANTED US
YOU AND US
ETERNAL 2 FOR 2 (repeat)