Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dias Tristes , by - RekeRelease date: 27.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dias Tristes , by - RekeDias Tristes(original) |
| Como un diluvio y una lluvia que no cesa |
| Como despertar con un fuerte dolor de cabeza |
| Como un plato vacio en medio de una mesa |
| Asi es como suelen ser mis días tristes |
| Como una espada que en el pecho te atraviesa |
| Como agua desbordada al reventarse la represa |
| Como un juego de mesa que no funciona sin una pieza |
| Asi me siento desde el día que te fuiste tu |
| Felicidad tan anhelada desde el alma |
| Que llega y luego se escurre como agua entre mis palmas |
| El tiempo me hizo un aprendiz |
| Y que no puedo ser feliz sin que la vida me deje una cicatriz |
| No quiero volver a ser el mismo infeliz |
| Que fui por lanzar mi vida a la borda solo por un desliz |
| Y arrancar de raiz todo pensamiento |
| Que sea exponer eso que guardamos dentro y llamamos sentimientos |
| A veces estoy deprimido y no se porque |
| Y extraños sentimientos se mezclan con lagrimas |
| Y pienso si acaso un espirito invoque |
| Que me tiene como un fugitivo huyendo de las animas |
| Lo mas triste de estar triste |
| Es pensar que perdiste lo que perdiste porque no lo mantuviste |
| Y lo que viviste, mas lo que en un tiempo obtuviste |
| Vive en el pasado porque en tu presente ya no existe |
| Donde solo queda alimentarte de buenos recuerdos |
| Que te hacen reír a solas y no te hacen ver tan cuerdo |
| Y de pensar en lo que ya no tengo me hace sentir muerto |
| Porque es como estar expuesto entre cuervos en un desierto |
| Y es que me siento triste y no se por que coño |
| Solo vivo en un invierno |
| Sin inverno sin verano y sin otoño |
| Preso en la cárcel de la desilusión |
| Juzgado y condenado a manos de la decepcion |
| A veces quiero pensar que esta es una más de mis canciones |
| Y que no son fragmentos rotos de una de mis situaciones |
| Para recordar el color de los momentos felices |
| Y así sea soñando, despertar sin ver los días grises |
| Gritar ¡gracias dios! |
| por otro día hermoso que me diste |
| Y no despertar en este mundo tan vacio y triste |
| Donde la mentira y la falsedad es lo que lidera |
| Y solo somos presos siendo parte de la misma hilera |
| Y yo sigo y sigo buscando esa paz interna |
| Pero en este mundo falso y perverso no la consigo |
| Y a veces pienso que la vida es un castigo |
| Y que la paz que busco solo la veré en la vida eterna |
| Después de la muerte o que un movimiento cambie mi suerte |
| Con soles resplandecientes y con días sonrientes |
| Que no sea todo este asco llamado presente |
| Y no convivir con serpientes disfrazados de buena gente |
| Que te engatusan y a la larga contigo cambian |
| Que al principio te pintan castillos de Disneylandia |
| Que se acercan con un interés y te llaman hermano |
| Y como Judas con Jesús te venderán tarde o temprano |
| Son cosas que me hacen odiar y que me afligen |
| Porque por la vía de la justicia ya nadie se rige |
| A veces el amor duele |
| Y suelen pasar momentos que no hay nadie que tu corazon consuele |
| Y te das cuenta que dentro de el existen niveles |
| Y que no son como finales felices de la tele |
| A veces se pierde y a veces se gana |
| A veces quien mas tu quieres en el mundo no te ama |
| La vida es un drama, una cama llena de escamas |
| Con almohada de espinas de punta fina y afilada |
| Donde descansan los sueños de los que despierto duermen |
| Y que se disuelven en esa esperanza que no vuelve |
| A veces quisiera estar a solas |
| Y volarme los sesos con una sola bala de mi pistola |
| Tantas cosas que me deprimen y que me abruman |
| Pero no puedo dejar que la tristeza me consuma |
| Solo me consuela en este momento |
| Que estoy vivo, motivo pa no perder el aliento |
| Y aunque se, que hay gente sufriendo más que yo |
| Le agradezco a dios por los golpes que la vida me dio |
| Levanta tu frente, oigo voces que me dicen |
| Y no dejes que te pisen todos los que te maldicen |
| Hay tantos problemas que acaban tu paz en un minuto |
| Y basta una noticia pa poner tu mundo diminuto |
| A veces el deprimido me deprime |
| Y ver tanta injusticia es sentir que el alma se me exprime |
| No conseguir tus logros es otra razon |
| Para vivir con un dolor incesable en el corazon |
| A veces somos egoístas y no vemos |
| Que queremos solamente todo lo que no tenemos |
| Y lo que si tenemos lo vemos con menos precio |
| Y no valoramos que lo poco tambien tiene un precio |
| Hay gente sin piernas, sin brazos y sin sus sentidos |
| E igual valoran que todavía están vivos |
| Pero hay hospitales llenos de de gente con otra suerte |
| Que hoy su vida se debate entre la vida y la muerte |
| Y gente que tiene tanto como pa cesar el llanto |
| De unos cuantos que la burguesía ha pasado por alto |
| Que les convienen mantener la cara en el asfalto |
| De los tantos que como tontos siguen manejando |
| Hoy me estoy quejando de todo eso que me afecta y me infecta |
| De forma directa o indirecta |
| No hay nada más doloroso que morir en la recta |
| Y cuando te demuestra que en la vida no hay cosa perfecta |
| Cuando siento que ya mi corazón no resiste |
| Algo me dice insiste que un guerrero nunca desiste |
| Que si hoy no pudiste insiste |
| Que gana es el que persiste |
| Y que simplemente este es otro de mis dias tristes |
| (translation) |
| Like a deluge and a rain that does not stop |
| How to wake up with a bad headache |
| Like an empty plate in the middle of a table |
| This is how my sad days tend to be |
| Like a sword that pierces through your chest |
| Like overflowing water when the dam bursts |
| Like a board game that doesn't work without a piece |
| This is how I feel since the day you left |
| Happiness so longed for from the soul |
| That comes and then runs like water between my palms |
| Time made me an apprentice |
| And that I can't be happy without life leaving me a scar |
| I don't want to be the same unhappy again |
| That I went for throwing my life overboard just for a slip |
| And uproot all thought |
| Let it be exposing what we keep inside and call feelings |
| Sometimes I'm depressed and I don't know why |
| And strange feelings are mixed with tears |
| And I think if perhaps a spirit invoked |
| That has me as a fugitive fleeing from the souls |
| The saddest thing about being sad |
| It's thinking that you lost what you lost because you didn't keep it |
| And what you lived, plus what in a while you got |
| Live in the past because in your present it no longer exists |
| Where it only remains to feed you good memories |
| That make you laugh alone and don't make you look so sane |
| And thinking about what I no longer have makes me feel dead |
| Because it's like being exposed among crows in a desert |
| And it's that I feel sad and I don't know why the hell |
| I only live in one winter |
| No winter no summer and no fall |
| Prisoner in the jail of disappointment |
| Tried and condemned at the hands of deception |
| Sometimes I want to think that this is one more of my songs |
| And that they are not broken fragments of one of my situations |
| To remember the color of happy moments |
| And so be it dreaming, waking up without seeing the gray days |
| Shout thank you god! |
| for another beautiful day that you gave me |
| And not wake up in this world so empty and sad |
| Where lies and falsehood is what leads |
| And we are only prisoners being part of the same row |
| And I go on and on looking for that inner peace |
| But in this false and wicked world I don't get it |
| And sometimes I think that life is a punishment |
| And that the peace that I seek I will only see in eternal life |
| After death or a move changes my luck |
| With shining suns and smiling days |
| Let it not be all this disgust called present |
| And not live with snakes disguised as good people |
| That they cajole you and in the long run they change with you |
| That at the beginning they paint you castles of Disneyland |
| That they approach with an interest and call you brother |
| And like Judas with Jesus they will sell you sooner or later |
| They are things that make me hate and that afflict me |
| Because by way of justice no one is governed anymore |
| Sometimes love hurts |
| And there are times when there is no one to comfort your heart |
| And you realize that within it there are levels |
| And that they are not like happy endings on TV |
| Sometimes you lose and sometimes you win |
| Sometimes who you love the most in the world does not love you |
| Life is a drama, a bed full of scales |
| With a pillow of thorns with a fine and sharp point |
| Where the dreams of those who awake sleep rest |
| And that they dissolve in that hope that does not return |
| Sometimes I want to be alone |
| And blow my brains out with a single bullet from my pistol |
| So many things that depress me and overwhelm me |
| But I can't let sadness consume me |
| It only comforts me right now |
| That I'm alive, reason not to lose my breath |
| And although I know that there are people suffering more than me |
| I thank God for the blows that life gave me |
| Raise your forehead, I hear voices that tell me |
| And don't let all those who curse you walk all over you |
| There are so many problems that end your peace in a minute |
| And enough news to put your tiny world |
| Sometimes the depressed gets me down |
| And to see so much injustice is to feel that my soul is being squeezed |
| Not getting your achievements is another reason |
| To live with an incessant pain in the heart |
| Sometimes we are selfish and we do not see |
| That we only want everything we don't have |
| And what we do have we see at a lower price |
| And we do not appreciate that little also has a price |
| There are people without legs, without arms and without their senses |
| And they still value that they are still alive |
| But there are hospitals full of people with other luck |
| That today your life is debated between life and death |
| And people who have so much to stop crying |
| Of a few that the bourgeoisie has overlooked |
| That it is convenient for them to keep their faces on the asphalt |
| Of the many who continue to drive like fools |
| Today I am complaining about all that affects and infects me |
| Directly or indirectly |
| There is nothing more painful than dying on the straight |
| And when he shows you that in life there is no perfect thing |
| When I feel that my heart no longer resists |
| Something tells me insists that a warrior never gives up |
| What if today you could not insist |
| What wins is the one who persists |
| And that this is just another one of my sad days |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Rutina | 2013 |
| El Pais de las Mujeres | 2013 |
| Cae la Noche | 2016 |
| Live Your Life ft. Doitall, Reke, Cenza | 2017 |
| Con Mi Glock | 2017 |
| Muévete ft. Reke, L'uzine | 2017 |