Ariel Rot — En los últimos cien metros song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "En los últimos cien metros" by Ariel Rot.
Lyrics
Podés cagarla de vez en cuando
Si es demasiado seguido estás jodido
Hay que intentar volar a cierta altura
Y morder la manzana justo cuando está madura
El que la sigue no siempre la consigue
En los últimos cien metros todo se decide
Podés hacer el mundo a tu medida
Borrarte a otro planeta si la cosa está jodida
Parecer un tipo honrado pero ser un charlatán
Empezar de marinero y ascender a capitán
Encontrar un tesoro en el Caribe
En los últimos cien metros todo se decide
Vamos como burros a la meta
Que el que no se salva es porque no trepa
Hay que ver, aguantar o reventar, ensuciarse, acobardarse
Y volverse a levantar
Te iría bien cuidar la dieta
Ganar la lotería y ser el nuevo profeta
Apostar la vida a todo o nada
Y estrellarte en una curva que hace tiempo te esperaba
Unos llegan y otros se despiden
En los últimos cien metros todo se decide
Hay quien piensa que el que la hace la paga
Y el que mal empieza siempre mal acaba
Hay quien destroza por completo esa teoría
Y es un cabrón con suerte hasta el último día
Quién merece lo que recibe?
En los últimos cien metros… no lo olvides
Vamos vamos como burros a la meta
Que el que no se salva es por que no trepa
Hay que ver, aguantar o reventar, ensuciarse, acobardarse
Y volverse a levantar
Lyrics translation
You can screw up once in a while
If it's too often you're fucked
You have to try to fly at a certain height
And bite the Apple right when it's ripe
The one who follows it doesn't always get it
In the last hundred meters everything is decided
You can make the world your own
Erase you to another planet if the thing is fucked up
Look like an honest guy but be a quack
Start as a sailor and ascend to captain
Find a treasure in the Caribbean
In the last hundred meters everything is decided
We go like donkeys to the finish line
That the one who is not saved is because he does not climb
You have to see, endure or burst, get dirty, cowardice
And get up again
You'd do well to take care of the diet
Win the lottery and be the new prophet
Betting life on all or nothing
And crash into a curve that has long been waiting for you
Some arrive and some say goodbye
In the last hundred meters everything is decided
There are those who think that the one who makes it pays
And the one who starts bad always ends bad
There are those who completely destroy that theory
And he's a lucky bastard till the last day
Who deserves what he gets?
In the last hundred meters ... don't forget
Come on, let's go like donkeys to the finish line.
That he who is not saved is because he does not climb
You have to see, endure or burst, get dirty, cowardice
And get up again