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Translation
The Old Man and The Kid
I feel something in my head, it's been hurting for days
My words get twisted, I can't speak properly yet
My eyes are heavy, my health is running out
And I never thought that walking would be so hard then
An old man used to tell me, while his eyes cried
Said he wanted to fly away, while staring at the sky
He still remembered when he had to work hard
And a stroke in his head didn't allow him to do anything more
He started giving me advice, even when thinking was hard for him
Said his youth was like a fairytale
But for the body to rot, the time is needed
Even the prettiest flower, with time, wilts
Oak rots, water gets consumed
Smoke disappears and people die
He felt his old age watching his grandkids grow
And now he feels it more than anything, it's preventing him
And me watching how everything is coming to an end
Nothing lasts forever, the body wears out
The strongest oak, some day will fall
Nothing lasts forever, children will grow up
It's like growing fond of a relationship that won't last us long
Like children who grow old and then apart
I'm conscious of who feels and bases themselves off of the superficial
Doesn't know souls and cries over everything that's material
Said old man refuted with his tired voice
Said: "read the bible, meet God's requirements
That death always wants to see you close to it's sickle
And vices always get you closer to it, that's it's evil sickle"
And I: "no, no, no, no don't talk to me about vices
They are only prejudices that people harvested in themselves
It's one's choices if their lives in the street kill
How many dealers don't get sick of their money?
Humans ruin things, we live with terror
The debris are shit, we roll around in it
He who ruins everything makes of his life a knot
Because everything that was bad got to him
May God forgive me for being so crude
Humans ruin things, we live with terror
The debris are shit, we roll around in it
He who ruins everything makes of his life a knot
Because everything that was bad got to him
May God forgive me for being so crude
No one knows if after death we can see
Us reincarnated in heaven or hell
If the hell you rest in, you keep it but in yourself
And heaven is you, but in your cute self
Your cute self can be compassion
The fear of feeling alone, only ceases with religion
Loneliness in the brain is the worst sensation
And you won't feel alone when God is by your side
No one knows if after death we can see, never
That if the hell you rest in
you keep it but in yourself never
Cheo Gallego
Always good, yeah yeah yeah
Full of gratefulness
Thank you so much
Jonagui Blax, Global Live Studio (JoGoLay)
How not? (how not? how not?)
Mr Gallego says (always good)
Full of gratefulness (always good, yeah yeah yeah)
veuhz
Zare✕
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thank you for making me discover this song!! hope you enjoy the translation,, though the artist is right he's very crude lol!!