Translation of the song lyrics Cuestión de Suerte - Muchachito Bombo Infierno, Estopa

Cuestión de Suerte (original)

Pude dormir de 3 a 6
Y ya empezó a correr el día
Tenía malas ganas de comer
Y muy pocas ansías de trabajar
Que no quiero más, que no quiero más
Vendré con la sopa y me quedo igual
Ay, ay, ay mamá…
Si no me ahogo con un cacho de pan
Y empecé a pensar
Porque esta vida me está matando…
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando…
Si todo es cuesta p’arriba
Si no encuentras cuesta abajo
Cuando mantenerse sano
Se convierte en un trabajo
Por mucho que te lo curres
Por mucho que a ti te cueste
Lo creas o no lo creas
Y es todo es cuestión de suerte
Suerte, suerte, cuestión de suerte
Todo es cuestión de suerte
Suerte, suerte, cuestión de suerte
Me está matando
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando…
Porque después de otro pie viene otro pie
Y a lo hecho saca pecho
No olvides celebrarlo bien
Ay!
si te quedas satisfecho
Que no quiero más, que no quiero más
Vendré con la sopa y me quedo igual
Ay, ay, ay mamá…
Traigo barritas de pan pa mojar
Y al carajo ya
Porque esta vida me está matando…
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando…
Porque esta vida me está matando
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando…
Levanta (levanta), despierta (despierta)
Y echa ya algo al cuerpo pa desayunar
Arranca y aprieta
Prepara bien los huesos que esto va a empezar
Si no quieres más, si no quieres más
Te ponen dos tazas y a rebosar
Madre mía que plan!
Trae ni que sea un poco pan pa mojar
Se me olvidó vivir
Porque la suerte está descansando…
Me va a matar
Porque esta vida me está matando (repite x8)

Cuestión de Suerte (translation)

I was able to sleep from 3 to 6
And the day has already begun to run
I had a bad desire to eat
And very little desire to work
That I don't want more, that I don't want more
I'll come with the soup and I'll stay the same
Oh, oh, oh mom…
If I don't choke on a piece of bread
And I started to think
Because this life is killing me...
Is going to kill me
Cause this life is killing me
Is going to kill me
Because this life is killing me...
If everything is uphill
If you don't find downhill
When to stay healthy
It becomes a job
As much as you work it out
As much as it costs you
Believe it or not believe it
And it's all a matter of luck
Luck, luck, matter of luck
It's all a matter of luck
Luck, luck, matter of luck
It is killing me
Is going to kill me
Cause this life is killing me
Is going to kill me
Because this life is killing me...
Because after another foot comes another foot
And what's done shows chest
Don't forget to celebrate it well
Oh!
if you are satisfied
That I don't want more, that I don't want more
I'll come with the soup and I'll stay the same
Oh, oh, oh mom…
I bring bread sticks to dip
And to hell with it
Because this life is killing me...
Is going to kill me
Because this life is killing me...
Cause this life is killing me
Is going to kill me
Cause this life is killing me
Is going to kill me
Because this life is killing me...
Get up (get up), wake up (wake up)
And add something to the body for breakfast
pluck and squeeze
Prepare the bones well that this is going to start
If you don't want more, if you don't want more
They give you two cups and overflow
My goodness, what a plan!
Bring even a little bread to dip
I forgot to live
Because luck is resting...
Is going to kill me
Because this life is killing me (repeat x8)