Vidala Pa' Que Sigas
Hay un gringo que nos compra,
Hay un criollo que nos vende.
Piedra libre pa' mis cumpas,
Detrás la sombra, la muerte.
Tengo un árbol de esperanzas,
Que no me suelta la mano.
Yo voy sembrando un camino,
Pa' que florezcan los changos.
Pena que sin saber donde,
Viaja con el hombre que solía ser.
Porque la muerte es mentira,
Y es la vida misma mi herida.
Noches y noches los caminos,
Y en tu mirada tristemente,
Siempre los mismos caminos,
Ante la mirada de nadie.
No tengo miedo a morir y me planto a la vida.
Las heridas no se curan con tanto vino encima.
Voy contagiando esta pena que causa alegría.
Héroes fueron paridos en mi juventud suicida.
Para estar despierto.
Noches y noches los caminos,
Y en tu mirada tristemente,
Siempre los mismos caminos,
Ante la mirada de nadie.
No tengo miedo a morir y me planto a la vida.
Las heridas no se curan con tanto vino encima.
Darse cuenta cuando algo es mas que todo.
Sigo y sigo empujando.
Vidaleando pa' que sigas.
Hay un gringo que nos compra,
Hay un criollo que nos vende,
Piedra libre pa' mis cumpas,
Detrás la sombra la muerte.
Un corazón de tacuara,
Espera no nos cansemos.
Quien no se aferra a la vida,
No sabe lo que es el miedo.
Tengo una árbol de esperanza,
Que no me suelta la mano.
Yo voy sembrando un camino,
Pa' que florezcan los changos.
Ballad for You to Keep Going
There's a white guy who buys from us,
There's a local who sells to us.
Free pass for my buddies,
Behind the shadow, death.
I have a tree of hopes,
That won't let go of my hand.
I'm planting a path,
So the kids can thrive.
It's a shame that without knowing where,
He travels with the man he used to be.
Because death is a lie,
And life itself is my wound.
Nights and nights on the roads,
And in your gaze, sadly,
Always the same roads,
In front of nobody's gaze.
I'm not afraid to die, I stand up to life.
Wounds don't heal with so much wine on top.
I'm spreading this pain that brings joy.
Heroes were born in my suicidal youth.
To stay awake.
Nights and nights on the roads,
And in your gaze, sadly,
Always the same roads,
In front of nobody's gaze.
I'm not afraid to die, I stand up to life.
Wounds don't heal with so much wine on top.
Realizing when something is more than everything.
I keep pushing on.
Ballading for you to keep going.
There's a white guy who buys from us,
There's a local who sells to us,
Free pass for my buddies,
Behind the shadow, death.
A heart of bamboo,
Wait, let's not get tired.
Whoever doesn't cling to life,
Doesn't know what fear is.
I have a tree of hope,
That won't let go of my hand.
I'm planting a path,
So the kids can thrive.