Ron En El Piso Lyrics English Translation by Residente
It seems like it was yesterday, this mess
The artist of the moment, my album in every store
Not that it offends me, but I feel old
Now the kids call me a “legend”
May God reprimand them
I’m just as young, but with fewer dates on the agenda
No yacht, no planes, no bling
But I have hope that the next punchline will surprise you
Nothing is like before
I know I’m not as relevant anymore
Before, they asked for my autographs, all devout
Now they stop me to take their photo
Even if I dust off all my trophies
I don’t even see my name on the poster
If they want to see me, they can go to the museum
I’m tired, I don’t fight with time anymore
I’m clear, no need to be wise
I just write what my lips dare not say
I answer all the heart’s questions
Before my pencil runs out of lead
This one’s for my cousin, for the turns we took
Now I rhyme because we didn’t say goodbye
Until the sun rises and lifts me up
Today, I drink until my throat burns
This is for what we are, what we were
For all we have, for all we had
For the tears, for all the laughter
For all the triumphs and all the screw-ups
For what I can be, even if I doubt it
For what I wanted to be but couldn’t
For the turbulence I faced, for the trains I missed
And for all the binges I went on
For the lakes, for the rivers, for the seas I crossed
Even though I sank, I always floated in the end
For those who left without permission to paradise
Today, we spill a bit of rum on the floor
Lying next to this caramelized whiskey
With a stiff heart, like a plank
Waiting to see if the ceiling speaks to me
While dawn breaks
Wanting to stroll with my brother, hoping Calle 13 returns
With the red horizon
Writing until the early morning burns my eyes
Remembering the navigations
Swallowing the last drop of the past
The borders I crossed without permission
The poems I caught in the port of Valparaíso
With a notebook in hand, like a playwright
I walked barefoot in Hamburg with Leoni
And got lost in Berlin, and kissed in Paris
Stayed up all night with the moon in every country
And fell in love with Belgrano and the night
Listening to Goyeneche in the car
And by the Amstel River, dodging bicycles
I stumbled upon you, and my whole life changed
And in Harstad, facing the bay
Midnight was daytime
Drunk with the baby, peeing dried wine
From the coast of Cadiz, we could see Morocco
And I let the tide take me
That’s why I read few books, so the world reads them to me
I live life intensely
Until I can’t chew it because I have no teeth left
Everything evolves because it transforms
It grows and diminishes, changes shape
But no one escapes time
Ask the dye that colors my beard’s gray hairs
Still, I keep jumping
Because I still feel like I’m twenty-five
Only saying goodbye remains with beer
And toasting to what ends and what begins
This is for what we are, what we were
For all we have, for all we had
For the tears, for all the laughter
For all the triumphs and all the screw-ups
For what I can be, even if I doubt it
For what I wanted to be but couldn’t
For the turbulence I faced, for the trains I missed
And for all the binges I went on
For the lakes, for the rivers, for the seas I crossed
Even though I sank, I always floated in the end
For those who left without permission to paradise
Today, we spill a bit of rum on the floor
This is for what we are, what we were
For all we have, for all we had
For the tears, for all the laughter
For all the triumphs and all the screw-ups
For what I can be, even if I doubt it
For what I wanted to be but couldn’t
For the turbulence I faced, for the trains I missed
And for all the binges I went on
For the lakes, for the rivers, for the seas I crossed
Even though I sank, I always floated in the end
For those who left without permission to paradise
Today, we spill a bit of rum on the floor