Текст и перевод песни Zenit - Se Quedo Solo

Se Quedo Solo

Quinceañero típico que cree tener 18
Y que sueña con la mayoría de las tías que ve cada día
Hormona revuelta
Odia la rutina, el más gallito de clase con la bronca a la vuelta
De la esquina
Incluso al volver a casa
Ni siquiera saluda, su madre en la cocina
Después de una jornada laboral vuelve a ponerse
El delantal es en el que se mezclan lágrimas y harina
Al chaval se la suda
Directo a su habitación parece que hoy estudia
Solo lo parecía
Una ducha fría, ropa nueva, móvil, llaves, pasta
Ya vez...
Parece que hoy es tu día.
Y así pasó
La cría que conocía desde hacia solo un día
Y a la que ligarse pretendía
Al final de aquella noche, le besó
Y para enamorarse,
Con un beso le bastó.
De la pasión fue pasto
Descubrió lo que era dejar de ser casto
Más tonto nunca estuvo
Dejó de frecuentar esos lugares, que fueron sus hogares
Descuido las amistades que hasta entonces tuvo
Y como no llamaba, les colgaba y ya nunca aparecía
Sus amigos fueron testigos de que en la convivencia de su grupo
Su presencia nunca cupo
De él nunca más se supo,
Su paciencia se gastó.
Pero nada es para siempre, todo se acaba
Pasar de los colegas fue una autentica cagada
Ella se hartó de él, era el opuesto polo
Le mando a tomar por culo y al final,
Se quedó sólo.

Por ir siempre a su rollo,
Se quedó sólo.
Por ir siempre a lo suyo,
Se quedó sólo.
No salvó el escollo,
Y se quedó sólo.
No escucho el murmullo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Se metió en un embrollo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Le dieron el orgullo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Por ser tan capullo,
Se quedó sólo.
Pensó con el capullo,
Y al final se quedó sólo.

Diez y seis recién cumplidos,
Su primer trabajo. Su madre está contenta
El chaval se centra y mientras un oficio aprenda
Que venga lo que tenga que venir
Lo que traiga el de venir, ya lo creo que vendrá
Al menos ya no pide pasta pa' salir
Pero como puede ser que se pueda fundir tanta en que lo gasta
Que más da,
El caso es que el chaval se acuesta de currar
Y pa currar se levanta
Y ya está.
Pero si importa es su primer curro
Y se corta, el chaval no se comporta como tal
El cómplice tan majo del trabajo
Le invita a salir como uno más de los demás
Y eso le reconforta.
Además, todos le conocen ya como un tipo enrollao'
Lo que ha provocao' que pa pasar del aprobao'
Haya probao' suficiente de ese polvo cortao'
Que todos han catao' con consecuencia tan nefasta.
De repente no sabes salir sin reincidir
Y para poder consumir recurre a lo único que se le ocurre
Que es servir de intermediario [¡si!]
Lo hará solo una vez como algo extraordinario
Un par de veces más si es necesario
Pero él tiene mal fario y una fecha marcada en ese calendario
Metió la pata,
Redada improvisada y se la come doblada
Aunque ser libre no es una cantidad muy importante,
Es acojónante.
La cantidad de veces qué se le oyó decir, lo controlo.
Y ahora, mírale.
Aunque consiguió salvar su culo,
Al final se quedó sólo.

Por ir siempre a su rollo,
Se quedó sólo.
Por ir siempre a lo suyo,
Se quedó sólo.
No salvó el escollo,
Y se quedó sólo.
No escucho el murmullo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Se metió en un embrollo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Le dieron el orgullo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Por ser tan capullo,
Se quedó sólo.
Empezó con medio pollo,
Y al final se quedó sólo.

Estuvo un tiempo sin colegas,
Sin hacer entregas.
Sin noches mujeriegas por,
Vivir encerrado entre los megas
De su ordenador, es pasar noches enteras entre de foros de deportes
Y un foro es de música underground
Criticando portes, LP's de artistas que entran en las listas
Por, testarudos en su empeño y su trabajo
Como mi hombre nacho fornes nada constructivo.
Y ese fue el motivo de que tras la reprimenda
De un tal very senum foro olmeda decidiera ser MC.
Y así la primera canción que tuvo el prenda
Salió pronto a la venta, en un CD de varios
Que esta en todos los barrios desde navidad
La revelación del año, dicen comentarios.
Que casualidad.
Firmo un contrato tras el arrebato de una multinacional
Keka la mirad.
Un disco ya en la calle,
Bailongo pa que ensayen las fans y se desmayen
Y los bboys se rayen,
Las críticas estallen y las ventas encallen de un producto de mercado caducado desde ayer.
El chaval ya no interesa, no eh rentable pa la empresa
Y como otras tantas marionetas cuyas cancioncitas cantas
De CDS que compras en TOP cuantas.
Nuestro menor de edad fue una mas de esa silenciada gargantas
Que salio por la puerta de atrás del mundo del espectáculo
Sin hacer uno solo bolo.
Una vez mas to' lo que logro fue nulo
Vendieron su culo,
Y al final se quedó sólo.

Por ir siempre a su rollo,
Se quedó sólo.
Por ir siempre a lo suyo,
Se quedó sólo.
No salvó el escollo,
Y se quedó sólo.
No escucho el murmullo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Se metió en un embrollo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Le dieron el orgullo,
Y se quedó sólo.
Por ser tan capullo,
Se quedó sólo.
En el rap nunca fluyo,
Y al final se quedo solo.

He Was Left Alone

A typical fifteen-year-old who thinks he's eighteen
And who dreams of most of the chicks he sees every day
Hormones are raging
He hates routine, the cockiest kid in class with trouble waiting for him
Around the corner
Even when he gets home
He doesn't even say hello, his mother’s in the kitchen
After a day at work, she puts on
Her apron is where tears and flour mix
The kid doesn't give a damn
Straight to his room, looks like he's studying today
He just looked like it
A cold shower, new clothes, phone, keys, money
You see...
Looks like today's your day.
And so it happened
The girl he had only known for a day
And to whom he intended to hit on
At the end of that night, he kissed her
And to fall in love,
One kiss was enough.
He was a victim of passion
He discovered what it was like to no longer be chaste
He had never been so stupid
He stopped frequenting those places that had been his homes
He neglected the friends he had until then
And since he didn't call, he hung up on them and never showed up again
His friends witnessed that in the coexistence of their group
His presence never fit
Nothing more was heard of him,
Their patience ran out.
But nothing lasts forever, everything comes to an end
Ignoring his buddies was a real screw-up
She got tired of him, he was the opposite pole
She sent him to hell, and in the end,
He was left alone.

For always doing his own thing,
He was left alone.
For always doing his own thing,
He was left alone.
He didn't avoid the pitfall,
And he was left alone.
He didn't listen to the whispers,
And he was left alone.
He got himself into a mess,
And he was left alone.
They gave him his pride,
And he was left alone.
For being such a jerk,
He was left alone.
He thought with his dick,
And in the end he was left alone.

Sixteen years old,
His first job. His mother is happy
The kid focuses, and while he learns a trade
Whatever is to come, let it come
Whatever it brings, I believe it will
At least he doesn't ask for money to go out anymore
But how can he blow so much money on what he spends it on
Who cares,
The point is that the kid goes to bed after working
And he gets up to work
That’s it.
But his first job matters
And he gets cut, the kid doesn't act like one
His nice accomplice from work
Invites him to go out like one of the others
And that comforts him.
Besides, everyone already knows him as a cool guy
Which has led him to go from passing
To trying enough of that cut powder
That everyone has tasted with such disastrous consequences.
Suddenly you don't know how to get out without relapsing
And in order to consume, he resorts to the only thing he can think of
Which is to act as an intermediary [yes!]
He'll only do it once, as something extraordinary
A couple more times if need be
But he has bad luck and a date marked on that calendar
He screwed up,
Impromptu raid, and he gets busted
While being free isn't a very important amount,
It's scary.
The number of times he was heard to say, I got it under control.
And now, look at him.
Although he managed to save his ass,
In the end he was left alone.

For always doing his own thing,
He was left alone.
For always doing his own thing,
He was left alone.
He didn't avoid the pitfall,
And he was left alone.
He didn't listen to the whispers,
And he was left alone.
He got himself into a mess,
And he was left alone.
They gave him his pride,
And he was left alone.
For being such a jerk,
He was left alone.
He started with half a chicken,
And in the end he was left alone.

He spent some time without buddies,
Without making deliveries.
Without ladies' nights for,
Living locked up among the megs
Of his computer, is to spend whole nights between sports forums
And one forum is for underground music
Criticizing portes, LPs of artists who make it onto the charts
For, stubborn in their efforts and their work
Like my man Nacho Fornes, nothing constructive.
And that was the reason why after the reprimand
Of a certain Very Senum Foro Olmeda, he decided to become an MC.
And so the first song that the guy had
Was soon released, on a various artists CD
Which has been in every neighborhood since Christmas
Revelation of the year, say the reviews.
What a coincidence.
Signed a contract after the outburst of a multinational
Keka look at her.
An album already on the streets,
Dance music for the fans to rehearse and faint to
And the b-boys freak out,
The critics explode, and the sales stall of a product that was out of date yesterday.
The kid is no longer interesting, not profitable for the company
And like so many other puppets whose little songs you sing
From CDs that you buy in TOP how many.
Our minor was one more of those silenced throats
That came out the back door of the entertainment world
Without doing a single gig.
Once again, everything he achieved was null and void
They sold his ass,
And in the end he was left alone.

For always doing his own thing,
He was left alone.
For always doing his own thing,
He was left alone.
He didn't avoid the pitfall,
And he was left alone.
He didn't listen to the whispers,
And he was left alone.
He got himself into a mess,
And he was left alone.
They gave him his pride,
And he was left alone.
For being such a jerk,
He was left alone.
He never flowed in rap,
And in the end, he was left alone.