Текст и перевод песни Rubén Blades - Parao

Parao

Hay quien ve la luz al final de su tunel
Y construye un nuevo tunel, pa′ no ver,
Y se queda entre lo oscuro, y se consume,
Lamentando lo que nunca llegó a ser.
Yo no fui el mejor ejemplo y te lo admito,
Fácil es juzgar la noche al otro día;
Pero fui sincero, y éso sí lo grito,
Que yo nunca he hipotecado al alma mía!
Si yo he vivido parao, ay que me entierren parao;
Si pagué el precio que paga el que no vive arrodillao!
La vida me ha restregao, pero jamás me ha planchao.
En la buena y en la mala, voy con los dientes pelaos!
Sonriendo y de pie: siempre parao!

Las desgracias hacen fuerte al sentimiento
Si asimila cada golpe que ha aguantao.
La memoria se convierte en un sustento,
Celebrando cada rio que se ha cruzao.
Me pregunto, cómo puede creerse vivo,
El que existe pa' culpar a los demás?
Que se calle y que se salga del camino,
Y que deje al resto del mundo caminar!
A mí me entierran parao.
Ay, que me entierren parao!
Ahí te dejo mi sonrisa y todo lo que me han quitao.
Lo que perdí no he llorao, si yo he vivido sobrao,
Dando gracias por las cosas
Que en la ruta me he encontrao.
Sumo y resto en carne propia,
De mi conciencia abrazao.
Parao! aunque me haya equivocao,

Aunque me hayan señalao,
Parao! en agua de luna mojao,
Disfrutando la memoria de los rios que he cruzao,
Aunque casi me haya ahogao, sigo parao!

Parao!

Still Standing

Some see the light at the end of their tunnel
And build another tunnel, to avoid seeing it,
And remain in the darkness, and wither away,
Regretting what they never got to be.
I wasn't the best example, and I admit it,
It's easy to judge the night after the day;
But I was sincere, and I will shout it,
That I have never mortgaged my soul!
If I have lived paralyzed, let them bury me standing;
If I paid the price of not living on my knees!
Life has rubbed me down, but it has never ironed me out.
In good times and bad, I go with my teeth bared!
Smiling and standing: always standing!

Misfortunes make the heart stronger
If it endures every blow it has suffered.
Memory becomes a sustenance,
Celebrating every river that has been crossed.
I wonder how he can believe he's alive,
He who lives to blame others?
Let him shut up and get out of the way,
And let the rest of the world walk!
They'll bury me standing.
Oh, they'll bury me standing!
Here I leave you my smile and all that has been taken from me.
What I lost I have not cried, because I have lived in excess,
Giving thanks for the things
That I have found along the way.
I add and subtract in my own flesh,
Embraced by my conscience.
Standing! even if I have made mistakes,

Even if I have been pointed at,
Standing! soaked in moonlight,
Enjoying the memory of the rivers I have crossed,
Even if I almost drowned, I am still standing!

Standing!