Poncho K — Me Das Pena song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Me Das Pena" by Poncho K.
Lyrics
Me das pena porque te lo dieron todo
Pero nadie te enseñó pa qué servían
Me das pena porque nada te enseñaron
Y te dieron lo que nunca te sirvió
Ahora te reclaman
Los que no te han vuelto a ver
Vives en las calles
Ya no hay casa ni cuartel
Ahora estás en manos
Del abuso del poder
Vives enseñando en mil posturas tu papel
Revélate (revélate)
Si alguna vez (si alguna vez)
Quieres vivir (quieres vivir)
Tienes que andar (tienes que andar)
Y al reventar (y al reventar)
Pinta con sangre aquí…
Yo ya pinté (yo ya pinté)
O pinto hoy (o pinto hoy)
Dejándome la voz
Lucho por tí (lucho por ti)
Luchas por mí (luchas por mí)
Pinta con sangre aquí
Pinta con sangre aquí
Pinta con sangre aquí…
Me das pena te encerraste en tu interior
Por palos que tu cuerpo no aguantó
Me das pena te aguantaste el mal olor
Se acabaron ya los llantos, ya no hay Dios
Ya hice el testamento heredándote mi humildad
Aplastante en los cobardes, qué asco me dan
Yo escupí en la tierra mi manera de pensar
Pantalla de sabios que siempre quedan atrás
Lyrics translation
I feel sorry for you because they gave you everything
But no one taught you what they were for.
I feel sorry for you because they didn't teach you anything.
And they gave you what never served you
Now they claim you
The ones who haven't seen you again
You live on the streets
There's no house or barracks anymore.
Now you're in the hands
Abuse of power
You live teaching in a thousand postures your role
Reveal yourself (reveal yourself)
If ever (if ever)
Want to live (want to live)
You have to walk (you have to walk)
And when bursting (and when bursting)
Paint in blood here…
I already painted (I already painted)
Or paint today (or paint today)
Leaving me the voice
I fight for you (I fight for you)
You fight for me (you fight for me)
Paint in blood here
Paint in blood here
Paint in blood here…
I feel sorry for you. you locked yourself in.
By sticks your body couldn't stand
I feel sorry for you. you put up with the bad smell.
No more crying, No More God
I already made the will by inheriting my humility from you
Crushing on the cowards, how disgusting they give me
I spit on the earth my way of thinking
Screen of sages who are always left behind