La Recompenza - Don Omar, Gallego

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

The reward is enough

And life is only one

live hour after hour

To die and be me

the reward is enough

And life is only one

live hour after hour

To die and be me

(Eliel!)

Sometimes one wonders if life is fair

Because my old lady had to die of cancer

And not be here with me watching me succeed

Because they killed Georgie, Charlie, Tony

Carmelo and his cousin Michael

Because they were killed and left unrecognizable

And we had to bury them

and mourn them

And even forget them

Sometimes one wonders if life is worth living, partner

Because life in the farmhouse

It is not the same as life in a gated community

Because Victor Fajardo stole the money

What was it for our kids to study

And they left the neighborhood with a diploma

instead of a shot

Because Pedro Rosello could never be linked to the town club

Because there are false prophets in front of a church

And they even allow them to have television programs

Because the war continues in the village

And the AK-47s, like wolves from a fucking endless night

Because, Madam Governor, the government steals our faith

And kill our hopes

Because you have to continue living encountering so many difficulties

Because Sundays in my neighborhood are not the same as in Torrimar

Because Norberto Nieves was able to go out to his son's graduation

When thousands of prisoners are not allowed

Because Buzo is fulfilling at home

And they have our little brother Tempo serving 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 manufacturing charges

Why live, my brother?

Sit down, what am I going to tell you

We live, because the reward is to be alive, daddy

I hold on to the truth

And embrace reality

Because living is not for living

If not live to overcome

And I held on to the truth

And embrace reality

Because living is not for living

If not live to overcome

I clung to my old man loving me

However, Edwin Otero threw his daughter into the void

I cling to believe in God

When his representatives on earth committed lewdness

I cling to believe in loyalty

However, in my neighborhood, even the cousins ​​throw trambos

I clung to the government being something real

However, the government turned out to be a total lie

I cling to believe in peace

When thousands of Puerto Ricans are called to the field of war

And they die from drops of oil

I cling to believe that marriage, according to the Catholic Church

It's until death do us part

And yet, our governor comes and we are divorced

I cling to the fact that street fuckers don't talk

And pal de cocorotes panas mias made a valve in the Federal

And the two little kids who came out of Grabiela would have clung to it

Mistral

Without knowing that that afternoon they died on the Cerro Maravilla

Brother, I cling to love

and i'm alive

This is my testimony

Galician…

Don Omar…

I hold on to the truth

And embrace reality

Because living is not for living

If not live to overcome

And I held on to the truth

And embrace reality

Because living is not for living

If not live to overcome

The reward is enough

And life is only one

live hour after hour

To die and be me

The reward is enough

And life is only one

live hour after hour

To die and be me