A Veces Me Parece
Te he dicho en silencio
he caído mal, que me han disparado
con balas cargadas de rabia y frustración
por ser como yo soy
Que me han lastimado de niño a mayor
comiendote penas, pecados, las deudas
de tu progenitor que no te pregunto
Ya no quiero que, que me digan que debo y que es lo correcto
que el trabajo y que la mentira
yo quiero sobrevivir
Y a veces me parece un poco extraño
dar tanta explicación a los demás
que te digan que se dice y que comentan
que ya no eres igual, que estas peor
Y a veces me parece un poco extraño
que nos preocupe tanto el qué dirán
si al final a quien le importan tus historias
si te creen feliz o no
Te he dicho en silencio
que he caído mal, que me han disparado
con balas cargadas de rabia y frustración
por ser como yo soy
Que me han lastimado de niño a mayor
comiendote penas, pecados, las deudas
de tu progenitor que no te pregunto
Ya no quiero que, que me digan que debo y que es lo correcto
que el trabajo y que la mentira
yo quiero sobrevivir
Y a veces me parece un poco extraño
dar tanta explicación a los demás
que te digan que se dice y que comentan
que ya no eres igual, que estas peor
Y a veces me parece un poco extraño
que nos preocupe tanto el qué dirán
o si te creen feliz
Ya no quiero que me encuentren
quiero ser feliz
Y a veces me parece un poco extraño
dar tanta explicación a los demás
que te digan que se dice y que comentan
que ya no eres igual, que estas peor
Y a veces me parece un poco extraño
que nos preocupe tanto el qué dirán
si al final a quien le importan tus historias
si te creen feliz o no
Sometimes It Seems to Me
I have told you in silence
I have fallen out of favor, that I have been shot
with bullets loaded with anger and frustration
for being who I am
That I have been hurt from childhood to adulthood
eating up sorrows, sins, the debts
of your progenitor who didn't ask you
I don't want them to tell me what I should do and what is right
about work and lies
I want to survive
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
to give so much explanation to others
for them to tell you what to say and what they comment
that you are no longer the same, that you are worse
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
that we worry so much about what they will say
if in the end, who cares about your stories
if they believe you are happy or not
I have told you in silence
that I have fallen out of favor, that I have been shot
with bullets loaded with anger and frustration
for being who I am
That I have been hurt from childhood to adulthood
eating up sorrows, sins, the debts
of your progenitor who didn't ask you
I don't want them to tell me what I should do and what is right
about work and lies
I want to survive
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
to give so much explanation to others
for them to tell you what to say and what they comment
that you are no longer the same, that you are worse
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
that we worry so much about what they will say
or if they believe you are happy
I don't want them to find me anymore
I want to be happy
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
to give so much explanation to others
for them to tell you what to say and what they comment
that you are no longer the same, that you are worse
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
that we worry so much about what they will say
if in the end, who cares about your stories
if they believe you are happy or not