Translation of the song lyrics La Recompenza - Don Omar, Gallego

La Recompenza (original)

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

La Recompenza (translation)

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