Translation of the song lyrics A Ti - Los Angeles Negros

A Ti (original)

A ti que de todo te ríes, y que nunca piensas
Y que vives esperando que otros, arreglen las cosas
Mientras tu disfrutas, de lo que ellos consiguen
Yo traigo la verdad en mi palabra
Vengo a decirte de un niño sin abrigo
Vengo a decirte que hay inviernos que nos muerden
De la falta de un amigo
Vengo a contarte que hay luces que nos hieren
Que existen noches sin whiskys ni placeres
Vengo a decirte que esta cerca tu condena
Hoy una madre murió de pena
Déjame cantar tengo vergüenza
De ser humano como tu y en tu presencia
Descubrirme a mi mismo en tu figura
Que poca cosa somos sin ternura
A ti que aún puedes reír, tan solo vengo a pedirte
Un pequeño favor, que me des un minuto
De tu tiempo mejor para darte lo mío
En mi, mejor canción
Yo traigo la verdad en mi palabra
Vengo a decirte de un niño sin abrigo
Vengo a decirte que hay inviernos que nos muerden
De la falta de un amigo
Vengo a contarte que hay luces que nos hieren
Que existen noches sin whiskys ni placeres
Vengo a decirte que esta cerca tu condena
Hoy una madre murió de pena
Déjame cantar tengo vergüenza
De ser humano como tu y en tu presencia
Descubrirme a mi mismo en tu figura
Que poca cosa somos sin ternura

A Ti (translation)

To you who laugh at everything, and who never think
And that you live expecting others to fix things
While you enjoy what they get
I bring the truth in my word
I come to tell you about a child without a coat
I come to tell you that there are winters that bite us
From the lack of a friend
I come to tell you that there are lights that hurt us
That there are nights without whiskeys or pleasures
I come to tell you that your sentence is near
Today a mother died of grief
Let me sing I'm ashamed
Of a human being like you and in your presence
Discover myself in your figure
How little we are without tenderness
To you who can still laugh, I only come to ask you
A small favor, give me a minute
Of your best time to give you what is mine
In my best song
I bring the truth in my word
I come to tell you about a child without a coat
I come to tell you that there are winters that bite us
From the lack of a friend
I come to tell you that there are lights that hurt us
That there are nights without whiskeys or pleasures
I come to tell you that your sentence is near
Today a mother died of grief
Let me sing I'm ashamed
Of a human being like you and in your presence
Discover myself in your figure
How little we are without tenderness