Текст и перевод песни SFDK - Niños Especiales

Niños Especiales

Llega un nuevo niño al barrio y miran raro,
Parece ser que está desubicado,
Parece ser que está marcado, parece ser,
Lo raro es entender que estén sus padres separados.
Primera semana en el sitio
Y le ha encajado una ostia de un nota a un palmo más chico,
Deja recetas contra el hipo, sólo y sin equipo,
Reflejos en sus ojos complejos de edipo.
La vida sigue en la calle de un barrio sin asfaltar,
Vaya detalle al fin le ofrecen jugar,
Mediante el fútbol cree poder entrar en la vecindad
Pero no es fácil la estrategia si no sabes chutar.
Sólo en la esfera va sólo con la esfera
Lanzando los balones fuera sabe ya lo que le espera,
Muchas dificultades por superar
Y si la calle era dura más duro será el hogar.
Se fue una hija que ahora vuelve con dos críos,
Su madre y su hermano un cuarto lo comparten con su tío,
"¿angelito de la guarda dónde te has metido?
Te aviso que hay siete personas en éste piso"
Suena el teléfono y le llama papá,
Su abuela enfadada, lo manda a cagar y arranca a llorar,
La amiga de papá quién lo hospedo unos meses antes
Ahora ha resultado ser su amante.
Viajes espaciales, niños especiales,
Vidas construídas con retales,
Hoy gritar no vale, no existe la opción quejarse,
No es fácil aprender sin tener en quién fijarse.
Del cielo está lloviendo maná,
La luna sólo es luna hasta que sale mamá,
Hoy gritar no vale, no existe la opción quejarse,
No es fácil aprender sin tener en quién fijarse.
(Sin tener en quién fijarse, sobrio)
Hace cola en la consulta del psicólogo
Pero nada resulta éste trauma sólo fue prólogo,
Se casca un buen monólogo, se quiere curar
Heridas que no curan si has visto a mamá llorar.
La noche es dura, fantasmas,
Y aún hay más que la escritura no me deja plasmar.
Continuos flashbacks,
En un piso de al lado se cocina un buen hash,
Criado en los 80's,
La falta de heroína vuelve a la gente violenta,
La policía es lenta,
Dos vecinos en la escalera ensarzados en una pelea sangrienta.
Se cuida en el jardín al entrar
Ya que en el suelo hay jeringuillas que no puede pisar,
Mascando menta, su coraza se empieza a forjar,
Ahora lo intentan, pero sus ostias echan pa' tras.
Díganle adiós a la infancia tierna,
Dos niños que se forjan sin la figura paterna,
A fuego en un cajetna, afuera esperan diez más,
Pasando la cuaresma, más ése dolor no diezma.
Sólo de noche ve a su mamá,
La pobre curra todo el día, se la veía enlomada,
Le sonreía y desaparecían las preocupaciones,
Los vecinos se enrollaban lo invitaban a las vacaciones.
Se aferró a la ley de él por cojones porque
Pasa de las drogas y sobresale en el deporte,
Nadie lo defendió porque él era el mayor,
La historia de ése niño, ése niño que era yo.
Viajes espaciales, niños especiales,
Vidas construídas con retales,
Hoy gritar no vale, no existe la opción quejarse,
No es fácil aprender sin tener en quién fijarse.
Del cielo está lloviendo maná,
La luna sólo es luna hasta que sale mamá,
Hoy gritar no vale, no existe la opción quejarse,
No es fácil aprender sin tener en quién fijarse.
(Sin tener en quién fijarse, sobrio)

Special Kids

A new kid arrives in the neighborhood, and they look at him strangely,
Seems like he's out of place,
Seems like he's marked, it seems,
The strange thing is to understand that his parents are separated.
First week in the place
And he's taken a punch from a guy a hand taller,
He leaves prescriptions against hiccups, alone and without a team,
Reflections in his eyes, Oedipus complexes.
Life goes on in the street of an unpaved neighborhood,
What a detail, they finally offer him to play,
Through football, he believes he can enter the neighborhood
But the strategy is not easy if you don't know how to kick.
Alone in the sphere, he goes only with the sphere
Throwing the balls away, he already knows what awaits him,
Many difficulties to overcome
And if the street was hard, home will be harder.
A daughter left who now returns with two kids,
His mother and brother share a room with his uncle,
"Guardian angel, where have you gotten yourself into?
I warn you that there are seven people in this apartment"
The phone rings and dad calls him,
His grandmother, angry, tells him to fuck off and starts crying,
Dad's friend who hosted him a few months before
Now it turns out she's his lover.
Space travel, special kids,
Lives built with scraps,
Today shouting is not worth it, there is no option to complain,
It's not easy to learn without having someone to look up to.
Manna is raining from the sky,
The moon is only the moon until mom comes out,
Today shouting is not worth it, there is no option to complain,
It's not easy to learn without having someone to look up to.
(Without having someone to look up to, sober)
He waits in line at the psychologist's office
But nothing works, this trauma was just the prologue,
He cracks a good monologue, he wants to heal
Wounds that don't heal if you've seen mom cry.
The night is hard, ghosts,
And there's more that writing doesn't let me capture.
Continuous flashbacks,
In an apartment next door, good hash is being cooked,
Raised in the 80's,
The lack of heroin makes people violent again,
The police are slow,
Two neighbors on the stairs entangled in a bloody fight.
He takes care in the garden when entering
Since there are syringes on the ground that he can't step on,
Chewing mint, his armor begins to forge,
Now they try, but his punches push them back.
Say goodbye to tender childhood,
Two children who are forged without the father figure,
On fire in a cajetna, ten more wait outside,
Passing Lent, but that pain does not decimate.
He only sees his mom at night,
The poor woman works all day, she looked exhausted,
He smiled at her and the worries disappeared,
The neighbors were cool, they invited him on vacations.
He clung to the law of the street because
He avoids drugs and excels in sports,
Nobody defended him because he was the oldest,
The story of that child, that child who was me.
Space travel, special kids,
Lives built with scraps,
Today shouting is not worth it, there is no option to complain,
It's not easy to learn without having someone to look up to.
Manna is raining from the sky,
The moon is only the moon until mom comes out,
Today shouting is not worth it, there is no option to complain,
It's not easy to learn without having someone to look up to.
(Without having someone to look up to, sober)