Translation of the song lyrics Viviendo Con El Enemigo - Don Omar, Kendo Kapponi

Viviendo Con El Enemigo (original)

Gente que se ama por pena
Gente que se ama por interes
Hay amores que condenan
Por darle fuego a un corazon de papel
Hay amor sensillo
Que tan solo un detalle le aropa
Y hay amores viciosos que solo se buscan despues de unas copas
Amores que son tan fragil, que tan solo una palabra le hacen pedazos
Y hay amores en guerra en campo abierto y si nadie a muerto
Pienso yo que tal vez ese sea nuestro caso
(Jajajaja)
Don Oye
Te voy a decir como es que se vive en casa
En guerra pero rico atiende
Vivo en casa con mi enemigo
Y nunca conversamos si no hay discusion
Un dia de estos se matan dicen los vecinos
No entienden que en guerra se vive mejor
Vivo en casa con mi enemigo
Y nunca conversamos si no hay discusion
Un dia de estos se matan dicen los vecinos
No entienden que en guerra se vive mejor
Yo no se si gritar en timbre normal
A la hora de hablar pero se que le da
Ese toque especial a la casa
De una academia militar
Sera que yo soy un descuidado
O que ella se acuerda demasiado
Sera que siempre esta llena la luna
Por que no me deja pasar ni una
Eso es queja tras queja, la grama esta alta
Bota la basura, aveces me harta y me paro en tribuna
A mi me respetas, y me bajas el flow
Vecinos alerta que comienza el show
(Diablo Kendo

(translation)

People who love each other out of sorrow
People who love each other for interest
There are loves that condemn
For giving fire to a paper heart
There is simple love
That only one detail clothes him
And there are vicious loves that are only sought after a few drinks
Loves that are so fragile, that just one word can tear them to pieces
And there are loves at war in the open field and if no one has died
I think maybe that's our case
(LOL)
Mr. Hey
I'm going to tell you how it is to live at home
At war but rich attends
I live at home with my enemy
And we never talk if there is no discussion
One of these days they will kill each other say the neighbors
They do not understand that in war you live better
I live at home with my enemy
And we never talk if there is no discussion
One of these days they will kill each other say the neighbors
They do not understand that in war you live better
I don't know whether to shout in normal bell
At the time of talking but I know what gives
That special touch to the house
from a military academy
It could be that I am careless
Or that she remembers too much
It will be that the moon is always full
Because she does not let me pass even one
That's complaint after complaint, the grass is high
Throw away the trash, sometimes I get fed up and stand on the podium
You respect me, and you lower my flow
Neighbors alert that the show begins
(Devil Kendo