Ana Belen — A Pesar De Usted song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A Pesar De Usted" by Ana Belen.
Lyrics
No me persiga
Con la condena eterna del fuego
Olvídese de que el fin del juego
Está tan claro como usted cree
No me prometa
La puerta abierta del paraíso
Si a cambio firmo mi compromiso
De ser la piedra de su cincel
Porque a pesar del asceta
De su cruzada, de su careta
De su jugada siempre velada
De su condena sobre el infiel…
Porque a pesar de la usanza
Tan arbitraria de su balanza
De su sectaria vida diaria
De su sonrisa desde un cartel…
Los tiempos cambian y usted
Lo malo es que no la ve
Ya no hay quien pueda parar lo rueda
No me prohíba
Desde lo alto de su tribuna
Los vientos cambian como la luna
Y usted no sabe lo que yo sé
No me sugiera
Que si me callo será distinto
Alzar la voz es más que un instinto
Es lo palabra a flor de piel
Porque a pesor del jerarca
De su alfabeto de patriarca
De su decreto torpe y secreto
De cruz y raya desde un cuartel…
Porque a pesar del farsante
De gesto duro, verbo insultante
De su futuro más bien oscuro
De su tribuna en el redondel…
Lyrics translation
Don't chase me
With the eternal condemnation of fire
Forget that the end of the game
It's as clear as you think
Don't promise me
The open door of paradise
If in return I sign my commitment
Of being the stone of his chisel
Because despite the ascetic
Of his crusade, of his grimace
Of his ever-veiled play
Of his condemnation of the infidel…
Because despite the custom
So arbitrary of his balance
Of their sectarian daily life
Of his smile from a poster…
Times change and you
The bad thing is he doesn't see her.
There's no one who can stop it.
Don't forbid me
From the top of his rostrum
The winds change like the moon
And you don't know what I know
Don't suggest
That if I shut up it will be different
Raising your voice is more than an instinct
It's the word to skin flower
Because at the weight of the hierarchy
Of his patriarch Alphabet
Of his clumsy and secret decree
Cross and line from a barracks…
Because despite the phony
Of harsh gesture, insulting verb
Of its rather dark future
From his rostrum in the roundel…