Translation of the song lyrics Hasta el cielo - Andrés Calamaro

Hasta el cielo (original)

Mis abuelos en el campo de algodón
Me enseñaron a cantar para vivir
Y mi amigo el del Blues de Santa Fe
A vivir para tocar el rock y el blues
Si hasta el cielo con su gris
Parece colorear con su gris esta canción
Si hasta el cielo con su gris
Parece colorear con su gris esta canción
Para sobrevivir al mundo nuevo
Necesito el cinturón bien ajustado
Porque puede seguir pasando el tiempo
(Pero lo que no cambia es este culo que tengo bien apretado)
Si hasta el cielo con su gris
Parece colorear con su gris esta canción
Si hasta el cielo con su gris
Parece colorear con su gris
Esta canción me la enseñaron
Mis abuelos en el campo de algodón
Me enseñaron a cantar para vivir
Y mi amigo el del Blues de Santa Fe
A vivir para tocar el rock y el blues
Si hasta el cielo con su gris
Parece colorear con su gris esta canción
Si hasta el cielo con su gris
Parece colorear con su gris esta canción

(translation)

My grandparents in the cotton field
I was taught to sing for a living
And my friend from the Santa Fe Blues
To live to play rock and blues
If up to the sky with his gray
It seems to color this song with its gray
If up to the sky with his gray
It seems to color this song with its gray
To survive the new world
I need the belt well adjusted
'Cause time can go on
(But what doesn't change is this tight ass)
If up to the sky with his gray
It seems to color this song with its gray
If up to the sky with his gray
It seems to color with its gray
This song was taught to me
My grandparents in the cotton field
I was taught to sing for a living
And my friend from the Santa Fe Blues
To live to play rock and blues
If up to the sky with his gray
It seems to color this song with its gray
If up to the sky with his gray
It seems to color this song with its gray