Mercedes Sosa — Parao song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Parao" by Mercedes Sosa.
Lyrics
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 dÃa
Pero fui sincero, y Ã(c)so sà lo grito
Que yo nunca he hipotecado al alma mÃa!
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 mà me entierran parao
Ay, que me entierren parao!
Ahà te dejo mi sonrisa y todo lo que me han quitao
Lo que perdà 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!
Lyrics translation
There are those who see the light at the end of their tunnel
And build a new tunnel, pa ' not see
And it stays in the dark, and it's consumed
Regretting what it never came to be
I wasn't the best example, and I admit it.
Easy is to judge the night the other day
But I was sincere, and I know how to shout it
That I've never mortgaged my soul!
If I've lived in parao, woe betide them to bury me parao
If I paid the price that pays the one who does not live kneeling!
Life has rubbed me, but never ironed me
In good and bad, I go with my teeth pelaos!
Smiling and standing: always stop!
Misfortunes make the feeling strong
If he assimilates every blow he has endured
Memory becomes a livelihood
Celebrating every river that has crossed
I wonder, how can he be believed alive
The one that exists to blame the others?
Shut up and get out of the way
And let the rest of the world walk!
I'm buried in parao.
Oh, let them bury me!
There I leave you my smile and all that they have taken away from me
What I lost I have not cried, if I have lived over
Giving thanks for things
That on the road I found myself
Juice and Rest In own meat
From my conscience I embrace
Parao! even if I was wrong
Even if they sign me
Parao! in mojao moon water
Enjoying the memory of the rivers I have crossed
Even if I almost drowned, I'm still parao!
Parao!