Los Angeles Negros — A Ti song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A Ti" by Los Angeles Negros.
Lyrics
A ti que de todo te ríes, y que nunca piensas
Y que vives esperando que otros, arreglen las cosas
Mientras tu disfrutas, de lo que ellos consiguen
Yo traigo la verdad en mi palabra
Vengo a decirte de un niño sin abrigo
Vengo a decirte que hay inviernos que nos muerden
De la falta de un amigo
Vengo a contarte que hay luces que nos hieren
Que existen noches sin whiskys ni placeres
Vengo a decirte que esta cerca tu condena
Hoy una madre murió de pena
Déjame cantar tengo vergüenza
De ser humano como tu y en tu presencia
Descubrirme a mi mismo en tu figura
Que poca cosa somos sin ternura
A ti que aún puedes reír, tan solo vengo a pedirte
Un pequeño favor, que me des un minuto
De tu tiempo mejor para darte lo mío
En mi, mejor canción
Yo traigo la verdad en mi palabra
Vengo a decirte de un niño sin abrigo
Vengo a decirte que hay inviernos que nos muerden
De la falta de un amigo
Vengo a contarte que hay luces que nos hieren
Que existen noches sin whiskys ni placeres
Vengo a decirte que esta cerca tu condena
Hoy una madre murió de pena
Déjame cantar tengo vergüenza
De ser humano como tu y en tu presencia
Descubrirme a mi mismo en tu figura
Que poca cosa somos sin ternura
Lyrics translation
You laugh at everything, and you never think
And that you live waiting for others to fix things
While you enjoy, what they get
I bring the truth in my word
I came to tell you about a child without a coat
I come to tell you that there are winters that bite us
From the lack of a friend
I come to tell you that there are lights that hurt us
That there are nights without whiskeys or pleasures
I come to tell you that your sentence is near
Today a mother died of grief
Let me sing I'm ashamed
Of being human like you and in your presence
Discover myself in your figure
What a small thing we are without tenderness
To you who can still laugh, I just come to ask you
A little favor, Give me a minute.
Of your best time to give you mine
In my, best song
I bring the truth in my word
I came to tell you about a child without a coat
I come to tell you that there are winters that bite us
From the lack of a friend
I come to tell you that there are lights that hurt us
That there are nights without whiskeys or pleasures
I come to tell you that your sentence is near
Today a mother died of grief
Let me sing I'm ashamed
Of being human like you and in your presence
Discover myself in your figure
What a small thing we are without tenderness