Текст и перевод песни Sargentorap - Me Inspiras a Escribir Dolor

Me Inspiras a Escribir Dolor

Por que te vaaaaas
Que quieres de mi
Por que dejarme con mla duda
La realidad es cruda y sin querer nomas no ayudas
Te encanta seducirme, despues hacerme enojar
Por que hacer lo feliz tan triste
Si lo triste me lo puedo ahorrar
Quedamos atrapados en la discucion
Colgamos te llamo
Colgamos y listo para otra cancion
Ya no quiero escribir melancolia
Aunque asi me depuro
Por que ponerme en mi lugar y despues en apuros
A quien le gusta jugar? sabiendo que va perder
Ya me quedo mas que claro que no eres la ayer
Tengo tanto que decir
Tengo de sobra pa demostrar
Pero dime de que manera
Si ni me dejas trabajar en eso
Te pido un beso no me lo das
Te pido un abrazito un pikito no me lo das
Te pido razones, las razones nunca estan demas
Pero como quieres que te entienda si ni te sabes expresar
Me desespero y ahora ya ni siqueiera es una opcion
Hablar de mis sentimientos hacia ati al parecer ya no
Me doy topes en la pared hasta descalabrarme por tus moños
Me disecaron tus otoños.
Y el amor se escondio
Donde quedaron los sueños
El amor inspiracion
Me inspiras a escribir dolor
Que te confundas es una de las peores tundas
Eres mi funda mi estilo mis segundas
Mis emociones juntas
El ansuelo que mordi deshilacho mis lagrimales
Podria verte los labios por años y sin comerciales
Nunca podria desearte lo mejor y ser tu amigo
Mientras estes en otros brazos que no son los mios
Nunca podria hacerme ala idea de que estas muerta
Mientras me llege la noticia
De que otro te tiene despierta
No te da derecho a pisarme
Aunque me tengas a tus pies
Ya no me dan ganas de perderme en tus ojos cafes
Me da miedo que se acabe el combustible del avion
Que me regalaste pa pasar ensima
De esta situacion
A estas fechas sentirte insatisfecha no da marcha
Aveces pienso que te hiciera golfa y borracha
Tal vez de esa manera me darias asco
Y te sordiaria o te tiraria un par de veces
Y al marcharme no doleria
Pero puta madre no eres del monton
Ni cualquiera te nombnre la mera mera
Mi vieja y mi nueva escuela
Aunque seas igual de incomoda que la viruela
Te amo y ahi estare para ti aunque me duela.
ERES TU... LA QUE QUIERO
ERES TU... POR QUE MUERO
ERES TU... ESE ANGEL
NO TE VALLAS... HARE QUE TODO CAMBIE.
YEAH, SARGENTO RAP
DESDE FETEMA ESTUDIO
CON ALEJADRA AGUIRRE
ESTOS ES CRUDO, CLARO Y CUERDO.
DOS MIL DOCE

You Inspire Me to Write Pain

Why are you leaving?
What do you want from me?
Why leave me with this doubt?
Reality is harsh, and you're not helping without meaning to.
You love to seduce me, then make me angry.
Why make happiness so sad?
When I can avoid the sadness.
We get caught up in arguments,
We hang up, I call you back,
We hang up again, and it's ready for another song.
I don't want to write melancholy anymore,
Even though it purifies me.
Why put me in my place and then in trouble?
Who likes to play knowing they're going to lose?
It's more than clear to me that you're not the same as yesterday.
I have so much to say,
I have more than enough to prove,
But tell me how,
If you won't even let me work on it.
I ask for a kiss, you don't give it to me,
I ask for a hug, a little peck, you don't give it to me,
I ask for reasons, reasons are never too much,
But how do you want me to understand you if you don't even know how to express yourself?
I get desperate, and now it's not even an option
To talk about my feelings for you, it seems not anymore.
I bang my head against the wall until I crack my skull because of you,
Your autumns dissected me.
And love hid,
Where did the dreams go?
Love, inspiration,
You inspire me to write pain.
That you're confused is one of the worst beatings,
You're my case, my style, my seconds,
My emotions together,
The hook I bit frayed my tear ducts,
I could watch your lips for years without commercials,
I could never wish you the best and be your friend,
While you're in other arms that aren't mine.
I could never get used to the idea that you're dead,
As long as the news reaches me
That someone else has you awake.
You have no right to step on me,
Even if you have me at your feet,
I no longer feel like getting lost in your brown eyes,
I'm afraid the fuel of the plane will run out,
That you gave me to fly over
This situation.
At this point, feeling unsatisfied with you doesn't give way,
Sometimes I think I would make you a slut and a drunk,
Maybe that way you would disgust me,
And I would spit on you or throw you a couple of times,
And leaving wouldn't hurt.
But damn, you're not just anyone,
Not just anyone calls you the best of the best,
My old and new school,
Even if you're as uncomfortable as smallpox,
I love you, and I'll be there for you even if it hurts.
IT'S YOU... THE ONE I WANT
IT'S YOU... WHY I DIE
IT'S YOU... THAT ANGEL
DON'T LEAVE... I'LL MAKE EVERYTHING CHANGE.
YEAH, SARGENTO RAP
FROM FETEMA STUDIO
WITH ALEJANDRA AGUIRRE
THIS IS RAW, CLEAR, AND SANE.
TWO THOUSAND TWELVE