Don Omar — La Recompenza song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Recompenza" by Don Omar.
Lyrics
La recompenza es basta
Y la vida una sola
Vivir hora tras hora
Para morir y ser yo
La recompenza basta
Y la vida una sola
Vivir hora tras hora
Para morir y ser yo
(Eliel!)
Aveces uno se pregunta si la vida es justa
Porque mi vieja se tuvo que morir de cancer
Y no estar aqui conmigo viendome triunfar
Porque mataron a Georgie, a Charlie, a Tony
A Carmelo y a su primo Michael
Porque los mataron y los dejaron irreconocibles
Y los tuvimos que enterrar
Y llorarlos
Y hasta olvidarlos
Aveces uno se pregunta si la vida vale la pena, socio
Porque la vida en el caserio
No es igual a la vida en una urbanizacion cerrada
Porque Victor Fajardo se robo el dinero
Que era pa' que nuestros chamaquitos estudiaran
Y salieran del barrio con un diploma
En vez de un tiro
Porque a Pedro Rosello jamas lo pudieron vincular con el palo del pueblo
Porque hay falsos profetas alfrente de una iglesia
Y hasta les permiten tener programas de television
Porque sigue la guerra en el caserio
Y las AK-47, como lobos de una fucking noche interminable
Porque, señora gobernadora, el gobierno nos roba la fe
Y mata nuestras esperanzas
Porque hay que seguir viviendo encontrando tantas dificultados
Porque los domingos en mi barrio no son los mismos que en Torrimar
Porque Norberto Nieves pudo salir a la graduacion de su hijo
Cuando a miles de preso no se les permite
Porque Buzo esta cumpliendo en su casa
Y a nuestro hermanito Tempo lo tienen cumpliendo en la Federal
Porque hay guerra entre Estados Unidos y el Medio Oriente
Porque hay que seguir viendo mas odio, mas ira, mas ratings
Mas carceles, mas masacres, mas sueños rotos, mas lagrimas
Mas historias de superacion, de fabricacion de cargos
Porque vivir, mi hermano?
Sientate, que te voy a decir
Vivimos, porque la recompenza es estar vivo, papi
Me aferre de la verdad
Y adopte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar
Y me aferre de la verdad
Y adopte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar
Yo me aferre a que mi viejo me amara
Sin embargo, Edwin Otero lanzo su hija al vacio
Yo me aferre a creer en Dios
Cuando sus representantes en la tierra cometian lascivia
Yo me aferre a creer en la lealtad
Sim embargo en mi barrio hasta los primos se tiran trambos
Yo me aferre a que el gobierno fuera algo verdadero
Sin embargo, el gobierno resulto ser una total mentira
Yo me aferre a creer en la paz
Cuando miles de puertorriqueños son llamadas al field de la guerra
Y mueren por gotas de petroleo
Yo me aferre a creer que el matrimonio, segun la iglesia catolica
Es hasta que la muerte nos separe
Y sin embargo, viene nuestra gobernadora y se nos divorcia
Yo me aferre a que los jodedores de la calle no chotean
Y pal de cocorotes panas mias hicieron valvula en la Federal
Y a que se habran aferrao' los dos chamaquitos que salieron de la Grabiela
Mistral
Sin saber que esa tarde morian en el Cerro Maravilla
Brother, yo me aferre al amor
Y estoy vivo
Este es mi testimonio
Gallego…
Don Omar…
Me aferre de la verdad
Y adopte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar
Y me aferre de la verdad
Y adopte la realidad
Por que vivir no es por vivir
Si no vivir pa' superar
La recompenza es basta
Y la vida una sola
Vivir hora tras hora
Para morir y ser yo
La recompenza es basta
Y la vida una sola
Vivir hora tras hora
Para morir y ser yo
Lyrics translation
The reward is enough
And life only one
Live hour after hour
To die and be me
The reward is enough
And life only one
Live hour after hour
To die and be me
(Eliel!)
Sometimes you wonder if life is fair
Because my old lady had to die of cancer
And not being here with me watching me succeed
Because they killed Georgie, Charlie, Tony.
To Carmelo and his cousin Michael
Because they killed them and left them unrecognizable
And we had to bury them
And cry them
And even forget them
Sometimes one wonders if life is worth it, Partner
Because life in the cottage
It's not like living in a gated community
Because Victor Fajardo stole the money
That it was for our little chamaquitos to study
And leave the neighborhood with a diploma
Instead of a shot
Because Pedro Rosello could never be linked to the village stick
Because there are false prophets in front of a church
And they even let them have television shows
Because the war continues in the farmhouse
And the AK-47s, like wolves of an endless fucking night
Because, Madam governor, the government steals our faith
And it kills our hopes
Because you have to keep living finding so many difficulties
Because Sundays in my neighborhood are not the same as in Torrimar
Because Norberto Nieves was able to get out at his son's graduation
When thousands of prisoners are not allowed
Because diver is meeting at home
And our little brother Tempo is being met at the Federal
Because there is war between the United States and the Middle East
Because you have to keep seeing more hate, more anger, more ratings
More prisons, more massacres, more broken dreams, More Tears
More stories of overcoming, of making charges
Why live, my brother?
Sit down, I'll tell you
We live, because the reward is being alive, Daddy.
I hold on to the truth
And adopt reality
Because to live is not to live
If not live to overcome
And hold on to the truth
And adopt reality
Because to live is not to live
If not live to overcome
I hold on to my old man loving me
However, Edwin Otero threw his daughter into the void
I hold on to believing in God
When their representatives on Earth commit lewdness
I hold on to believing in loyalty
SIM embargo in my neighborhood until the Cousins throw trambos
I held on to the fact that government was a real thing.
However, the government turned out to be a total lie
I hold on to believing in peace
When thousands of Puerto Ricans are called to the field of war
And they die from drops of oil
I hold on to believing that marriage, according to the Catholic Church
It's Until Death Do Us Part
And yet, our governor comes and we get divorced
I'll hold on to the street fuckers not slamming
And pal of cocorotes panas mias made valvula in the Federal
And that the two chamaquitos that came out of the Grabiela will have clung
Mistral
Not knowing that that afternoon they died in the Cerro Maravilla
Brother, I hold on to love
And I'm alive
This is my testimony
Galician…
Don Omar…
I hold on to the truth
And adopt reality
Because to live is not to live
If not live to overcome
And hold on to the truth
And adopt reality
Because to live is not to live
If not live to overcome
The reward is enough
And life only one
Live hour after hour
To die and be me
The reward is enough
And life only one
Live hour after hour
To die and be me