Letra 'The last to say' de 'Atmosphere' traducida al español

As far back as he cares to remember,
he used to see his old man lose the temper.
And Mama's pretty face would catch it all.
On a regular basis the nest would fall.
But he was always safe from dads rage
cause mama sacrifice in his place.
Two dozen years of the blood sweet and tears.
Avoid the mirror, losin' her hair from the fear.
She never left him, stayed inside.
He beat her ass up until the day that he died.
In fact the biggest beating was the day that he died.
Cause now it's too late for her to make a new life.
She gets to mourn for the touch of a punch.
Won't ever admit that she ain't clutching at much.
Some day she'll die and still wont be done.
The anger lives on through their son.

Cause he saw, he caught it all,
a childhood of watchin' ma and pa get raw.
It's too bad for him; Naw' that's half the truth.
Cause you back with him now and he's smackin' you.
What happened to you? You don't have a clue.
Did your mamma use to suffer accidents too?
I never knew that you would stand for abuse.
I guess I just assumed you'd pack up and move.
Think about when you left him last time,
said out loud you'd never forgive his past crime.
Sunglasses so dark, scarf around the neck to cover the choke marks.
And since you got it just a fire returnin'.
You convinced yourself that he's just a hurt person.
You wanna blame that cross he bares,
but his pop's not there when he tosses you down stairs.

Let me be the last to say, please don't stay.
Let me be the last to say, you won't be okay.

Please put your shoes on and step into that warm leather.
Go get yourself a more better forever.
Gotta put it down, you gotta leave it,
and don't ever come back again; You gotta mean it.
Just tear it all apart and build new,
cause' if you don't kill him he's gonna kill you.
You can't hold hands when they make fists,
and I ain't the first to say this but,

Let me be the last to say, please don't stay.
Let me be the last to say, you won't be okay.
Let me be the last to say, please don't stay.

Ya que se preocupa de recordar,
él solía ver a su viejo pierde el temple.
Y bonita cara de mamá cogería todo.
Sobre una base regular el nido se cayera.
Pero él siempre estaba a salvo de la furia papás
hacer que el sacrificio mama en su lugar.
Dos docenas de años de la dulce sangre y lágrimas.
Evite el espejo, su perdiendo el cabello desde el miedo.
Ella nunca lo abandonó, se quedó en el interior.
Venció a su culo hasta el día que murió.
De hecho, la mayor paliza fue el día en que murió.
Porque ahora ya es demasiado tarde para hacer una nueva vida.
Ella se pone a llorar por el toque de un puñetazo.
No siempre admitir que no está aferrado a mucho.
Algún día se va a morir y aún se acostumbra hacer.
La ira vive a través de su hijo.

Porque vio, vio todo,
una infancia de ma watchin 'y PA en carne viva.
Es una lástima para él; Naw "eso es una verdad a medias.
Porque de nuevo con él ahora y que ha smackin 'ti.
¿Qué te pasó? Usted no tiene ni idea.
¿Su mamá utiliza a sufrir accidentes también?
No sabía que usted estaría parado para el abuso.
Supongo que simplemente asumí que había maletas y cambiarnos.
Piense en cuando usted lo dejó l

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