Текст и перевод песни SeinTheTrue - Skit Tribute

Skit Tribute

No se puede ser feliz
Viviendo dentro del túnel
Mi historia es tan intensa
Que no cabe en un resumen
Si nunca lo cuidaste
No te asustes cuando te desplumen
Los problemas siempre se asumen
Para evitar que sumen
Intenté refugiarme en eso
Subiendo el volumen
Veía como se consume
Por lo que consume
Mira que olí cosas
Pero nada como ese perfume
Terapia de choque
Y viajes al espacio pa' que cure

Si crees en ello será bueno
Dure lo que dure
Solo dependerá de ti
Conseguir que perdure
Se aprende por cojones
Si la vida te sacude
Es el castigo de escribir mejor
Cuanto mas te torture
Que coño ocurre cuanto mas cerca
Mas se me escurre
A mi me aburre eso de tenerlo
Sin ser el que curre
Me vi perdido en un final
Oscuro y lúgubre
Y lo único cierto de esto
Es que lo puro no se pudre

La soledad me cubre
Y me congela
Llorando tantas noches
Como un tonto a la luna llena
Le prometí a mi madre un fin
Brindando en la arena
Y no vais a poder conmigo
Sino lo a echo ya la pena
Por las noches le desvela
Un sudor que le congela
Siempre miró por la abuela
Solo le faltó la tela
Solito se lo chanela
Si sus huevos lo camelan
Normal que les duela cuando ven
Que ni entre tos' le llegan

Llantos y dolores de cabeza
Por la compra venta
Cuantos putos llantos por traiciones
Que tener en cuenta
Escarmenté por huevos
Soy original de los 90's
A mi ese circulo de chupapollas
No me representa
Aprendimos a malas
A saber volar sin alas
A esquivarlo por los pelos
Poder frontear sin balas
Tener magia entre los dedos
Saber hablar por las claras
A distinguir lo bueno de lo malo
Entre las taras joder
Cuantas madrugadas y mañanas
Pa' acabar en nada
Cuantas putas veces
Me dejaron la puerta cerrada
No supe elegir preferí
Quedarme con dos de cada
No se puede ser feliz con el alma quebrada

Si es mío dámelo sin rechistar
Me vi encerrado a oscuras sin poder gritar
Que te voy a contar subir y bajar
Sumar y restar
Sudar para masticar
Siempre tuve claro
Todo lo que había que cuidar
El problema vino solo
Por empezar a volcar
Chico astuto siempre solo
Licenciado en el percal
Lo sentía cerca pero estaba detrás del cristal

Skit Tribute

You cannot be happy
Living inside the tunnel
My story is so intense
That it doesn't fit in a summary
If you never took care of it
Don't be scared when you get plucked
Problems are always assumed
To prevent them from adding up
I tried to take refuge in that
Turning up the volume
I watched as it consumes
For what it consumes
Look, I've smelled things
But nothing like that perfume
Shock therapy
And trips to space to cure

If you believe in it, it will be good
No matter how long it lasts
It will only depend on you
To make it last
You learn by force
If life shakes you
It is the punishment of writing better
The more it tortures you
What the hell happens the closer I get
The more it slips away
I get bored having it
Without being the one who works
I found myself lost in an end
Dark and gloomy
And the only thing certain about this
Is that the pure does not rot

Loneliness covers me
And it freezes me
Crying so many nights
Like a fool to the full moon
I promised my mother an end
Toasting on the sand
And you won't be able to do anything with me
But the pain has already done it
At night it keeps her awake
A sweat that freezes her
She always looked out for grandma
She only needed the material
He snorts it alone
If his balls give him a blowjob
No wonder they hurt when they see
That not even together they can reach

Crying and headaches
For buying and selling
How many fucking cries for betrayals
To take into account
I learned from my mistakes
I'm originally from the 90's
That circle of losers
Doesn't represent me
We learned the hard way
To know how to fly without wings
To dodge it by the hair
To be able to confront without bullets
To have magic in our fingers
To know how to talk straight
To distinguish the good from the bad
Among the defects, damn
How many dawns and mornings
To end up in nothing
How many fucking times
They slammed the door in my face
I didn't know how to choose, I preferred
To stay with two of each
You cannot be happy with a broken soul

If it's mine, give it to me without hesitation
I found myself locked up in the dark, unable to scream
What can I tell you, going up and down
Adding and subtracting
Sweating to chew
I always had it clear
Everything that had to be taken care of
The problem came on its own
By starting to pour out
Smart boy, always alone
Graduated in the mess
I felt it close but it was behind the glass