Lyrics of Pa Que Yo La Cantara - Melendi

Pa Que Yo La Cantara (original)

Vivía en el talego
Con el culo para pocas bromas
Con cara de perro
Y con tablas pa' liarla gorda
Con su calavera
Tatuada en el hombro derecho
Que es la ultima moda
En la pasarela del infierno
Diciendo inocente se volvió loco
Y ¿quien pagara
Los platos rotos?
Puede que nadie
O puede que todos
Los que antes decían
Que solo era un loco
Al que le privaron de la luz del día
Y las rejas fueron el frió calor
Donde todo acababa
Se quito la vida y hizo esta canción
Pa' que yo la cantara
Pa' que yo la cantara
Verjao como un perro
Mordiscando el hueso de la vida
Su entretenimiento
Preparar la venganza bien fría
Pero unos segundos
Se hacen siglos en el cambalache
Y hace algunos años
Que bailaba al hierro de la cárcel
Diciendo inocente se volvió loco
Y ¿quien pagara
Los platos rotos?
Puede que nadie
O puede que todos
Los que antes decían
Que solo era un loco
Al que le privaron de la luz del día
Y las rejas fueron el frió calor
Donde todo acababa
Se quito la vida y hizo esta canción
Pa' que yo la cantara
Pa' que yo la cantara
Y las rejas fueron el frió calor
Donde todo acababa
Se quito la vida y hizo esta canción
Pa' que yo la cantara
Y se quedan mas
Que mudas las palabras
Y se apago la luz
En el penitenciario
Y el vis a vis que
Había tenia con la luna
Le convenció
Para llevar al otro barrio
Y no volvió a pintar
Con tiza en las paredes
Para contar días que
Eran como gotas de agua
Siempre encerrado
Entre cuatro putas paredes
En las que ya
No le cogían casi el alma
Y se quedaron mas que mudas las palabras

(translation)

He lived in the bag
With the ass for a few jokes
dog-faced
And with boards to make a big mess
with his skull
Tattooed on the right shoulder
what is the latest fashion
On the catwalk of hell
Saying innocent he went crazy
And who will pay?
The broken dishes?
maybe no one
Or maybe all
those who used to say
that he was just crazy
The one who was deprived of the light of day
And the bars were the cold heat
where it all ended
He took his own life and made this song
So that I could sing it
So that I could sing it
I watch like a dog
Biting the bone of life
your entertainment
Prepare cold revenge
but a few seconds
Centuries are made in the exchange
and a few years ago
That he danced to the prison iron
Saying innocent he went crazy
And who will pay?
The broken dishes?
maybe no one
Or maybe all
those who used to say
that he was just crazy
The one who was deprived of the light of day
And the bars were the cold heat
where it all ended
He took his own life and made this song
So that I could sing it
So that I could sing it
And the bars were the cold heat
where it all ended
He took his life and made this song
So that I could sing it
and they stay more
that you change the words
And the light went out
in the penitentiary
And the vis a vis that
He had had with the moon
he convinced him
To take to the other neighborhood
And he did not return to paint
With chalk on the walls
to count days
They were like drops of water
always locked up
between four fucking walls
in which already
They hardly took his soul
And the words remained more than silent