Текст и перевод песни Miguel Mateos - Tira para Arriba - Vivo

Tira para Arriba - Vivo

Yo no busco lo que vos tenes
Yo no quiero hacerte ningún test
Sigo siendo una gato en la ciudad
Dame una oportunidad

Tengo a un Ruso y a un Yankee
Dentro de mi habitación
Que se juegan mis zapatos
Y mi foto de graduación en un Atari

Son las cuatro y no puedo dormir
Salgo a la calle a pelear por mi
Solo me muevo bien
Y la noche me tomo por rehén

Alguien tira par abajo
Y yo me trato de zafar
Alguien que grita "es de los nuestros"
Alguien que lo va a golpear

Pero venga lo que venga
Para bien o mal
Tira, tira para arriba, tira
Si no ves la salida

No importa mi amor, no importa
Vos tira.
Tira, tira para arriba, tira
No hay horas perdidas

No aflojes mi amor, no aflojes
Vos tira.
Ya no podrás quejarte si no encuentras,
Lo que tanto buscabas en tu corazón

Y si te agarras los dedos contra una puerta pesada
Estoy seguro que tu grito romperá
Los vidrios de la Casa Rosada
La belleza de tu pierna escapándole a las sabanas

Tu sexo a la deriva
Y ésta loca ilusión que algún día
Inventemos para todos un mundo mucho mejor
Por ahora Lola, sopla la vela Lola, que yo apago el televisor

Y que venga lo que venga
Para bien o mal
Tira, tira para arriba, tira

Si no ves la salida
No importa mi amor, no importa
Vos tira

Tira, tira para arriba, tira
No hay horas perdidas
No aflojes mi amor, no aflojes
Vos tira

Tira, tira para arriba, tira
Si no ves la salida
No aflojes, no aflojes, no importa
Vos tira, vos tira

Tira, tira para arriba, tira
No hay horas perdidas
No importa mi amor, no importa
Vos tira

Tira, tira para arriba, tira
Si no ves la salida
No importa mi amor, no importa mi amor
No importa, no importa, no importa mi amor

Tira, tira para arriba, tira
No hay horas perdidas
No aflojes, no aflojes, no aflojes

Tira, uhhh
Tira, uhhh
Tira, uhhh
Tira.

Pull Upwards - Live

I'm not looking for what you have
I don't want to give you any tests
I'm still a cat in the city
Give me a chance

I have a Russian and a Yankee
Inside my room
Who gamble my shoes away
And my graduation photo on an Atari

It's four o'clock and I can't sleep
I go out into the street to fight for myself
I only move well
And the night has taken me hostage

Someone pulls downwards
And I try to break free
Someone who shouts "he's one of us"
Someone who's going to hurt him

But come what may
For better or for worse
Pull, pull upwards, pull
If you don't see the way out

It doesn't matter my love, it doesn't matter
You pull.
Pull, pull upwards, pull
There are no lost hours

Don't give up my love, don't give up
You pull.
You can't complain anymore if you don't find,
What you were looking for so much in your heart

And if you catch your fingers in a heavy door
I'm sure your scream will shatter
The windows of the Casa Rosada
The beauty of your leg escaping the sheets

Your sex adrift
And this crazy illusion that one day
We will invent a much better world for everyone
For now Lola, blow out the candle Lola, I'll turn off the television

And come what may
For better or for worse
Pull, pull upwards, pull

If you don't see the way out
It doesn't matter my love, it doesn't matter
You pull

Pull, pull upwards, pull
There are no lost hours
Don't give up my love, don't give up
You pull

Pull, pull upwards, pull
If you don't see the way out
Don't give up, don't give up, it doesn't matter
You pull, you pull

Pull, pull upwards, pull
There are no lost hours
It doesn't matter my love, it doesn't matter
You pull

Pull, pull upwards, pull
If you don't see the way out
It doesn't matter my love, it doesn't matter my love
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter my love

Pull, pull upwards, pull
There are no lost hours
Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up

Pull, uhhh
Pull, uhhh
Pull, uhhh
Pull.