Текст и перевод песни Reis Belico - 327 Días

327 Días

YA, son casi las nueve y afuera llueve
A juzgar por las visitas diría que es martes o jueves
Pasa lo que llaman Barcos al que la mueve
Cada quien pendiente ah lo suyo
Y hay al que la prueve

Aqui se informa siempre lo que se como y se bebe
Y estando afuera desperdicie mas de lo que se debe
Tuve en la sima del mundo, y ahora mi mundo esta al revés
Me custioda un custodiado
Acicalado por un Nueve

Yo antes de lo 19 ella con 17
Creyentes del amor y del valor del ramillete
Su papa, un soquete (Maldito) coronel de los petetes
Mi peor pesadilla y la única llave de su grillete
Mas de una vez me dijo vete
Me falto prudencia
Nadie gusta que lo reten, y Lanzo su advertencia
Puso una orden de caucion recalcando las consecuencias
Pero no hay buena coneccion del corazon ah la consciencia

Finji me ausencia para evitar el rose
Pero mas de una vez le hice el amor
Y me escondí en su closet
Pasaba hora esperando que ya no hubieran voces
Para volverlo ah hacer
Y marcharme despues de las doce (quee)
De tantas noche una no fue la mia
Me apresure ah salir ya suponia que dormia
Una sombra me esperaba en medio de la sala fria
Y abjo unas esposa, Es la patrulla de policía
An pasado 104 dias despues del hecho
Y hace 100 que este infierno con barrotes es mi techo
No eh pasado ah treibunales
Y lo unico que sospecho
Es que el camino ah la salida es mucho menos que estrecho

Entre sicarios, asesinos y narcos transito
Porque el mundo supone
Que ahora amar es un delito
Y los que tiene el poder se creen dioses de lo in fito
(Baah) Hijos de puta
Corruptos Malditos

Después de tre meses y un poco vino mi vieja
Por eso escribo esta carta
No es tan solo una queja
Vino ah abrazarme y ah checar que no sea un adicto
Y ah decir que en 27 dias dictan veredicto
Si se de clara en mi contra
Son 6 meses tras las rejas
Tiempo suficiente pa' conseguir otra pareja
No faltara quien la invite ah ver la luna sobre teja
No Faltara, no falta
Quien le caliente la oreja
Es mas que obvio mi destino
Y aprovecho que repiro
Pa' expresar lo que yo siento
Y la verdad sobre el papiro
Lastima que no hay manera de plasmar un suspiro
Pa' que al sentirlo sientas lo que siento
Mires lo que miro

Pedi ah mi madre por su bien que no me visitara
Quiero evitar que siga notando cambios en mi cara
Le di ah entender que no queira verla por mas qu la amara
Y le rogue que por favor mi decisión la respetara

Soon 325 dias en una celda fria
Lejos de la ciudadanía
Pagando una condena que no me correspondía
Pero me acredito en destino que yo mismo escribía
Conmigo sere sincero
Aqui asecha la muerte
Este fue el precio que yo tuve que pagar por tenerte
Tu prisionero enamorado qu te amara por siempre
"Hoy te escribo esto
Porque mañana no se si despierte"

Yeeeh
El purgatorioo

327 Days

YEAH, it's almost nine and it's raining outside
Judging by the visits, I'd say it's Tuesday or Thursday
What they call "Barcos" happens to the one who moves it
Everyone minding their own business
And there's the one who tries it

Here we always report what is eaten and drunk
And being outside, I wasted more than I should have
I was at the top of the world, and now my world is upside down
I'm guarded by a guarded one
Groomed by a Nine

Me before 19, she with 17
Believers in love and the value of the bouquet
Her dad, a jerk (Damn) colonel of the shorties
My worst nightmare and the only key to her shackle
More than once she told me to leave
I lacked prudence
Nobody likes to be held back, and she threw her warning
She put a restraining order emphasizing the consequences
But there's no good connection from the heart to the conscience

I faked my absence to avoid friction
But more than once I made love to her
And hid in her closet
I spent hours waiting for the voices to stop
To do it again
And leave after midnight (right)
Of so many nights, one wasn't mine
I rushed to leave, I assumed she was asleep
A shadow awaited me in the middle of the cold room
And under some handcuffs, it's the police patrol
104 days have passed since the incident
And for 100 of those, this hell with bars has been my roof
I haven't gone to court
And the only thing I suspect
Is that the path to the exit is much less than narrow

Among hitmen, murderers, and drug traffickers I transit
Because the world assumes
That now love is a crime
And those in power believe themselves to be gods of the infinite
(Baah) Sons of bitches
Corrupt damn bastards

After three months and a bit, my old lady came
That's why I'm writing this letter
It's not just a complaint
She came to hug me and check that I'm not an addict
And to say that in 27 days they'll pronounce the verdict
If it's clear against me
It's 6 months behind bars
Enough time to get another partner
There will be someone who invites her to see the moon over the tiles
There will be, there is no lack
Of someone who warms her ear
My destiny is more than obvious
And I take advantage of the fact that I breathe
To express what I feel
And the truth on the papyrus
Too bad there's no way to capture a sigh
So that when you feel it, you feel what I feel
You see what I see

I asked my mother, for her own good, not to visit me
I want to prevent her from continuing to notice changes in my face
I made her understand that I don't want to see her, however much I love her
And I begged her to please respect my decision

Soon, 325 days in a cold cell
Away from citizenship
Paying a sentence that didn't correspond to me
But I give credit to a destiny that I myself wrote
I'll be honest with myself
Death lurks here
This was the price I had to pay to have you
Your prisoner in love who will love you forever
"Today I write this to you
Because I don't know if I'll wake up tomorrow"

Yeeeh
Purgatoryy