Parao
Hay quien ve la luz al final de su tunel
Y construye un nuevo tunel, pa´ no ver,
Y se queda entre lo oscuro, y se consume,
Lamentando lo que nunca llegó a ser.
Yo no fui el mejor ejemplo y te lo admito,
Fácil es juzgar la noche al otro día;
Pero fui sincero, y éso sí lo grito,
Que yo nunca he hipotecado al alma mía!
Si yo he vivido parao, ay que me entierren parao;
Si pagué el precio que paga el que no vive arrodillao!
La vida me ha restregao, pero jamás me ha planchao.
En la buena y en la mala, voy con los dientes pelaos!
Sonriendo y de pie: siempre parao!
Las desgracias hacen fuerte al sentimiento
Si asimila cada golpe que ha aguantao.
La memoria se convierte en un sustento,
Celebrando cada rio que se ha cruzao.
Me pregunto, cómo puede creerse vivo,
El que existe pa´ culpar a los demás?
Que se calle y que se salga del camino,
Y que deje al resto del mundo caminar!
A mí me entierran parao.
Ay, que me entierren parao!
Ahí te dejo mi sonrisa y todo lo que me han quitao.
Lo que perdí no he llorao, si yo he vivido sobrao,
Dando gracias por las cosas
Que en la ruta me he encontrao.
Sumo y resto en carne propia,
De mi conciencia abrazao.
Parao! aunque me haya equivocao,
Aunque me hayan señalao,
Parao! en agua de luna mojao,
Disfrutando la memoria de los rios que he cruzao,
Aunque casi me haya ahogao, sigo parao!
Parao!
Standing Up
Some see the light at the end of their tunnel
And build a new tunnel, so as not to see,
And they stay in the dark, and they consume themselves,
Regretting what never came to be.
I wasn't the best example and I admit it,
It's easy to judge the night the next day;
But I was sincere, and that I shout out,
That I have never mortgaged my soul!
If I have lived standing up, oh bury me standing up;
If I paid the price that the one who doesn't live on his knees pays!
Life has rubbed me down, but it has never ironed me.
In good times and bad, I go with my teeth bared!
Smiling and standing: always standing up!
Misfortunes strengthen the feeling
If it assimilates every blow it has endured.
Memory becomes a sustenance,
Celebrating every river that has been crossed.
I wonder, how can one believe they are alive,
The one who exists to blame others?
Let them be silent and get out of the way,
And let the rest of the world walk!
They bury me standing up.
Oh, bury me standing up!
There I leave you my smile and all that they have taken from me.
What I lost I haven't cried over, if I have lived abundantly,
Giving thanks for the things
That I have found on the road.
Adding and subtracting in my own flesh,
Embraced by my conscience.
Standing up! even if I have made mistakes,
Even if they have pointed fingers at me,
Standing up! soaked in moonwater,
Enjoying the memory of the rivers I have crossed,
Even if I almost drowned, I continue standing up!
Standing up!
Escrita por: Rubén Blades