Letra 'Bring my family back' de 'Faithless' traducida al español

and'm on lonely street age nearly three
recently mamaand's crying all the time
is it because of me or my younger sister,
even dad was weeping when he kissed her.
face all puffy like a blister,
crying like he missed her.
since we moved away from the house,
where we used to play.
they say iand'll understand on day but i doubt it,
mama never say nothing about it.
howand'd it get to be so crowded.
i found it a strain, everywhere i look i see pain.
and i canand't escape the feeling,
maybe iand'm to blame. so i strain to listen,
praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
this feels like extradition or exile,
mama finds it hard to smile
so i make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style.
she says child iand'm working so thereand's nothing you lack.
but she know i want my dad i want my family back.
Iand'm on lonely street, age forty three.
couldnand't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me.
took offense, took the kids,
i wish that was the end.
but before she took her leave
she took care of my best friend.
working all the hours.
god send was not the tactic
you see, because after ten years iand'm
[??]. wanted to make the cash
quick so i had to work real late.
bad sex, my womanand's vex, even if i stay awake.
and if iand'm honest, i had a little cake at the office.
i was eating. weand'd do our cheating over coffees,
making tea for the bosses.
making free with me,
and i agree i got sleazy too easily.
but iand'm forty three,
this doesnand't usually happen to me.
now iand'm lonely,
i wonder what my sonand's doing today.
suddenly iand'm blinking like the screen
on my computer display.
and iand'm drinking.
concerned about whatand's down the track
if i donand't get my family back.
I want my family back
Iand'm on lonely street, number fifty three.
boarded up property,
iand'll probably get pulled down.
litter all around inside thereand's
no sound and no light.
but yo it gets busy at night, people creeping.
derelicts sneaking to fix. speaking.
on the way my timbers creaking,
roof leaking. and bricks coming loose,
knee high in refuse.
but even though iand'm a slum,
iand'm still of some use.
there was a time when my walls where decorated.
and under my roof children where educated.
but now paintand's faded, windows are all smashed,
a crash in the economy robbed me of my family.
and no strategy, combats negative equity,
so thatand's it. like violence itand's drastic.
iand'm freaking, and seeking to be
more than just a house for crack.
somebody bring my family back: reverence

and'm la edad solitaria calle cerca de tres
Recientemente mamaand está llorando todo el tiempo
¿Es por mí o mi hermana menor,
incluso papá lloraba cuando él la besó.
frente a todas las hinchadas como una ampolla,
llorando como la echaba de menos.
desde que nos mudamos de la casa,
en el que solía jugar.
dicen iand'll entender en el día, pero lo dudo,
mamá nunca dicen nada al respecto.
howand'd que llegar a ser tan lleno de gente.
Me pareció un esfuerzo, dondequiera que miro veo el dolor.
y yo canand't escapar a la sensación,
tal vez iand'm la culpa. así que esforzarse para escuchar,
orando por una decisión, deseando que en un beso.
esto se siente como la extradición o el exilio,
mamá le cuesta sonreír
por lo que pretenden hacer tazas de café en su estilo favorito.
dice iand'm niño que trabaja para que nada thereand de que te falta.
pero ella sabe que yo quiero a mi papá que quiero a mi familia.
Iand'm en solitario la calle, edad cuarenta y tres.
couldnand't calcular cuándo dejar de fumar por lo que mi esposa me deje de hacerlo.
se ofendió, llevó a los niños,
Me gustaría que fuera el final.
pero antes de que se despidió
ella se encargó de mi mejor amigo.
trabajar todas las horas.
Dios envió no fue el ta

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