Текст и перевод песни TTego Calderon - Los Difuntos

Los Difuntos

Yo tuve una vision
No fue mala
Como una voz que me hablaba
Una sensacion sagrada.
Me decia que de mi socio
No me fiara
No hay familia
No hay amigos, no hay nada, nada.
Dijo que mucha de la gente
Que mas aprecio
Note en su mirar desprecio
Y no hay derecho.
A lo hecho, pecho
De cristal es su techo
Lo que sube, baja
Y el camino es bien estrecho.
Me dijo...
\′son cosas del camino, mi hijo
Y el que se mete contigo
Se mete conmigo.
Mantenla cruda
Directo al punto
Y escribete algo Tengo
En honor a los difuntos...\'
A veces vale la pena
El hablar lo indispensable
Hay quienes desaparecen
Sin saber donde buscarles.
Esto es un comentario
Sabes lo que digo
No necesito jurado
Ni testigos.
Sigo con mi melodia
No sin aclarar,
Que el que no esten con nosotros
Dificulta el olvidar.
Pensando me sorprendo
De los que se han ido,
Aunque de la hayan buscao
Estaran conmigo.
Yo te llevo a ti en mi mente
Aunque estes ausente.
Ya paso bastante tiempo
Y no comprendo tu suerte.
Ahora Calde continua
Directo al asunto
En honor a los hermanos
Que no pueden estar juntos.
Como en todo funeral
Hubo llanto verdadero
Con la excepcion de cobardes
Que alli fueron y fingieron
La mayoria de su gente
Justicia exigían
Mientras su madre lloraba
Y al Nazareno pedia.
Como en todo funeral
Nunca falta un charlatan
Que quiere reir
En vez de llorar.
Tampoco puede faltar
El que jura va a vengar
Y no tiene metal
Ni Bulova pa\′jalar.
Se sabe que el dinero
Es motivo esencial
No solo en Puerto Rico
Es problema mundial
El pobre hace lo imposible
Pa unos pesos ganarse
Olvidarse del gobierno
Y un dia lograr montarse
No hay tiempo para venganza
Ni pa santimentalismos
Si en la vida quieres algo
Consiguelo por ti mismo
El tiempo esta a tu favor
El exito por ti espera
Actua prudentemente
Paciencia y cautela
Lo bueno no llega facil
Hay que ser perseverante
Si las cosas salen mal
Manten el mismo plante.
Pa la proxima ya sabes
Haz tu plan y luego actua
Brinda lo mejor de ti
Antes de tu sepultura.
La vida es corta
Hay que aprovecharla
Cuando se va
No hay como regresarla.
To lo que uno desea
Es calma y quitud
Cuando es un ser querido
Quien va dentro del ataud.
Nadie nunca se apiada
Del dolor ajeno
Una manta por encima
Y te dejan en el suelo.
Tal vez un lugar
Una frase, un refran
Te hagan recordar
A los que vienen y van.
Solo hay algo seguro
En esta jungla,
Envidia, hipocresia,
Lleva a la tumba.
Ojo por ojo
Es nuestra naturaleza.
Pero al caido, quien lo levanta,
Quien lo regresa.
Como en todo funeral
Hubo llanto verdadero
Con la excepcion de cobardes
Que alli fueron y fingieron
La mayoria de su gente
Justicia exigian
Mientras su madre lloraba
Y al Nazareno pedia.
Como en todo funeral
Nunca falta un charlatan
Que quiere reir
En vez de llorar.
Tampoco puede faltar
El que jura va a vengar
Y no tiene metal
Ni Bulova pa\'jalar

The Departed

I had a vision,
Not a bad one,
Like a voice speaking to me,
A sacred sensation.
It told me not to trust
My partner,
There's no family,
No friends, there's nothing, nothing.
It said that many people
I held dear
I noticed contempt in their gaze
And it's not right.
What's done is done,
Their ceiling is made of glass,
What goes up, must come down,
And the path is very narrow.
It told me...
'These are things of the path, my son,
And whoever messes with you,
Messes with me.
Keep it raw,
Straight to the point,
And write something, Tego,
In honor of the departed...'
Sometimes it's worth it
To speak only what's necessary,
There are those who disappear
Without knowing where to look for them.
This is a commentary,
You know what I'm saying,
I don't need a jury
Or witnesses.
I continue with my melody,
Not without clarifying,
That them not being with us
Makes it hard to forget.
Thinking, I'm surprised
By those who have left,
Even if they were looking for it,
They will be with me.
I carry you in my mind,
Even though you're absent.
A lot of time has passed
And I don't understand your fate.
Now Calde continues,
Straight to the point,
In honor of the brothers
Who can't be together.
Like at every funeral,
There were real tears,
Except for the cowards
Who went there and pretended.
Most of his people
Demanded justice,
While his mother cried
And prayed to the Nazarene.
Like at every funeral,
There's always a charlatan
Who wants to laugh
Instead of crying.
There's also always one
Who swears he will avenge
And doesn't have the guts
Or a Bulova to pull.
It's known that money
Is an essential motive,
Not just in Puerto Rico,
It's a global problem.
The poor do the impossible
To earn a few pesos,
To forget about the government
And one day manage to rise up.
There's no time for revenge
Or for sentimentality,
If you want something in life,
Get it yourself.
Time is on your side,
Success awaits you,
Act prudently,
Patience and caution.
Good things don't come easy,
You have to be persistent,
If things go wrong,
Keep the same plan.
For next time you know,
Make your plan and then act,
Give the best of yourself
Before your burial.
Life is short,
You have to make the most of it,
When it goes,
There's no way to get it back.
All you want
Is calm and quiet,
When it's a loved one
Who goes inside the coffin.
No one ever pities
The pain of others,
A blanket over them
And they leave you on the ground.
Maybe a place,
A phrase, a saying,
Will make you remember
Those who come and go.
There's only one thing for sure
In this jungle,
Envy, hypocrisy,
Leads to the grave.
An eye for an eye
Is our nature.
But who lifts the fallen one,
Who brings them back?
Like at every funeral,
There were real tears,
Except for the cowards
Who went there and pretended.
Most of his people
Demanded justice,
While his mother cried
And prayed to the Nazarene.
Like at every funeral,
There's always a charlatan
Who wants to laugh
Instead of crying.
There's also always one
Who swears he will avenge
And doesn't have the guts
Or a Bulova to pull.