Parao - Rubén Blades

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 día;

Pero fui sincero, y éso sí lo grito

Que yo nunca he hipotecado al alma mía!

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 mí me entierran parao

Ay, que me entierren parao!

Ahí te dejo mi sonrisa y todo lo que me han quitao

Lo que perdí 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!

There are those who see the light at the end of their tunnel

And he builds a new tunnel, so as not to see

And it stays in the dark, and is consumed

regretting what never came to be

I was not the best example and I admit it

It is easy to judge the night the next day;

But I was sincere, and I yell that

That I have never mortgaged my soul!

If I have lived forever, oh, let them bury me forever;

If I paid the price paid by those who do not live on their knees!

Life has rubbed me, but it has never ironed me

In the good and in the bad, I go with bare teeth!

Smiling and standing: I always stop!

misfortunes make feeling strong

If he assimilates each blow he has endured

Memory becomes a sustenance

Celebrating every river that has been crossed

I wonder how he can believe he's alive

The one that exists to blame others?

Shut up and get out of the way

And let the rest of the world walk!

They bury me for

Oh, let them bury me stop!

There I leave you my smile and everything that has been taken from me

What I lost I have not cried, if I have lived more than enough

giving thanks for things

That on the road I have found

Sumo and rest in own flesh

I hugged my conscience

stop!

even if i was wrong

Although they have pointed out to me

stop!

in wet moon water

Enjoying the memory of the rivers I have crossed

Even though I almost drowned, I'm still standing!

stop!