Текст и перевод песни The Son of Wood - Vida de Revista

Vida de Revista

No puedo reflejarte no
Ni vivir mas versos de mentira
El trabajo no te aporta no
Pero llena mas tu barriga

No te importa lo que las lenguas te den
A veces te rematan la vida
Pero estas cansada, acabas de dar
Tu turno y dos comidas

Vives tu con media vida mas
Nadie espera en tu portal,
Y aprietas los dientes
Vives tu con media vida mas
Nadie espera en tu portal
Herida de muerte

Caminas a la facultad
Planeando vida de revista
Pensando en empezar a doblar
Para poder pagar al dentista
Sueñas con bufetes de éxito
Y trajes sin "renting" de día
Pero aparece la realidad
Y vuelves a la cafetería

Vives tu con media vida mas
Nadie espera en tu portal
Y aprietas los dientes
Vives una ultima gota mas
Ya no están papa y mama
Herida de muerte

Ya son demasiados días
Que has pensado en escapar
Una ventana sin rejas,
Y sin alas a volar
Entonces miras al suelo
Y te paras a escuchar
No hay penuria en esta vida
Que no pueda mi mama

Vives ya con una vida mas
Que ahora espera en tu portal
Y enseñas los dientes

Vives una nueva historia ya
No se piensa ahora ne volar
Y tiras de frente

Vives ya con una vida mas
Que ahora espera en tu portal
Y enseñas los dientes

Vives una nueva historia ya
No se piensa ahora en volar
Y tiras de frente

Magazine Life

I can't reflect your no
Or live more verses of a lie
Work doesn't give you no
But it fills your belly more

You don't care what your tongues give you
Sometimes they finish off your life
But you're tired, you just gave
Your turn and two meals

You live your life with more
No one is waiting at your door
And you grit your teeth
You live your life with more
No one is waiting at your door
Mortally wounded

You walk to the university
Planning a life out of a magazine
Thinking about starting to bend
To pay the dentist
You dream of successful firms
And suits without "renting" during the day
But reality appears
And you go back to the cafeteria

You live your life with more
No one is waiting at your door
And you grit your teeth
You live one last drop more
Dad and Mom are gone
Mortally wounded

It's been too many days
That you've thought about escaping
A window without bars,
And without wings to fly
Then you look down
And you stop and listen
There is no penury in this life
That my mother cannot overcome

You're living with more life now
That is now waiting at your door
And you show your teeth

You're living a new story now
You're not thinking about flying now
And you pull ahead

You're living with more life now
That is now waiting at your door
And you show your teeth

You're living a new story now
You're not thinking about flying now
And you pull ahead