Hablo yo
Han querido hundirme tantas veces
que no sé cuanto más podré aguantar.
Todo han sido simples gilipolleces,
hipocritas que no dejan pensar.
En el rock encontré mi camino,
lo primero dificil de aceptar,
las primeras broncas, los primeros gritos,
la música tenia que olvidar.
Y ahora hablo yo,
dejadme de molestar,
que uno es como quiere ser,
no como quieran los demás.
Luego decidí vestirme a mi aire,
en mi camisa un mensaje social,
buscaba razones para animarme,
a nadie yo le hacía ningún mal.
Empecé a leer, comencé a informarme
de las distintas formas de actuar,
pero no paraban de criticarme,
siempre fueron más listos los demás.
Y ahora hablo yo,
dejadme de molestar,
que uno es como quiere ser,
no como quieran los demás.
Siempre he pertendido no hacer daño a nadie,
he seguido mi vida sin mirar
a aquellos que no paran de frenarme,
que no saben cual es mi voluntad.
Pero bueno sigo resistiendo,
repito que no sé por cuanto más,
a esa gente nada, ni puto caso
que ya se cansaran de molestar.
Y ahora hablo yo,
dejadme de molestar,
que uno es como quiere ser,
no como quieran los demás.
It's My Turn to Speak
They've tried to drag me down so many times
I don't know how much more I can take.
It's all been just stupid bullshit,
Hypocrites who won't let me think.
In rock, I found my way,
The first thing's hard to accept,
The first fights, the first screams,
I had to forget the music.
And now it's my turn to speak,
Stop bothering me,
You are who you want to be,
Not who others want you to be.
Then I decided to dress my own way,
With a message on my shirt,
I was looking for reasons to lift me up,
I wasn't hurting anyone.
I started to read, began to educate myself
On the different ways to act,
But they wouldn't stop criticizing me,
Others always thought they were smarter.
And now it's my turn to speak,
Stop bothering me,
You are who you want to be,
Not who others want you to be.
I've always intended to hurt no one,
I've lived my life without looking
At those who keep trying to hold me back,
Who don't know what my will is.
But hey, I'm still holding on,
I repeat, I don't know for how much longer,
To those people, nothing, not a damn thing,
They'll get tired of bothering me.
And now it's my turn to speak,
Stop bothering me,
You are who you want to be,
Not who others want you to be.