Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Recompenza, artist - Don Omar.
Date of issue: 10.09.2020
Song language: Spanish
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 |
(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 |