• Un desgraciado sin corazón
  • 07/02/2008 23:51
  • Estaré sensible pero mientras escuchaba la radio en iTunes sonó esta canción. Acabaron saltándome las lágrimas de pura rabia.



    English

    This song made me cry... Omg! It's so sad. Here is a translation:

    The girl is sleeping tight
    Only a fire or a gunshot could wake her up
    So innocent just 9 years old
    And maybe tomorrow she won’t understand
    That a stranger in her bed
    Touched her little body cunningly, without mercy
    She doesn’t understand there are people
    In life who enjoy themselves simply by doing evil

    Chorus:
    And who the hell was that guy?
    A wretch with no heart
    Tell me how could he come in
    Maybe they forgot to lock the door
    All they know is that he did the damaged and walked out

    The next day
    An officer asked her parents
    How it happened
    The mother suffers and the father in silence
    There were no traces of the one who raped her
    The girl cries
    She imagines yesterday while she was sleeping something bad happened to her
    She saw the blood in her clothes
    Police officers in her room and felt a little pain

    Chorus

    How is it possible that someone can harm one of god’s little angels?
    The girl was barely 9 years old and an evildoer raped her
    I bring this story to the people
    And this time it’s not about love
    It’s not a message, it’s a sad story
    That I convert in a song today

    This is what you like
    It’s your favourite group
    You know
    Alex your daddy loves you
    Cry guitar, the way that girl cries

    Chorus

    How is it possible that someone can harm one of god’s little angels?
    The girl was barely 9 years old and an evildoer raped her
    I bring this story to the people
    And this time it’s not about love
    It’s not a message, it’s a sad story
    That I convert in a song today

    Months have gone by and the girl with her trauma
    Finds it hard to fall asleep
    She has no fun
    And her dolls are all dusty
    She doesn’t play anymore, no one has seen her laugh
    And another night of torture, nightmares from the past
    Make her suffer
    It’s 3 AM already
    And the girl in tears falls asleep at last

    And he came back, the same wretch without a heart
    But? How could he come in again?
    The can’t imagine how he did it
    There has never been any door left open
    And this time the girl woke up

    Girl's voice: Daddy, what you’re doing?

    .

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  • 08/02/2008 09:23 Jay
  • That's a sad song! That kind of sick behavior is happening way too much and almost nobody is doing anything out of fear.
    Good that a group makes a song about it to give it more attention.

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  • 08/02/2008 11:20 velice
  • Hi Jay!

    I was listening iTunes radio when I heard it. I couldn\'t help paying attention to the lyrics. I can\'t imagine how a father could do such horrible thing. You know, children should be our most beloved treasure...

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  • 08/02/2008 14:34 APOS
  • Me da tanta rabia ke nisikiera he podido escuchar la primera estrofa.

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  • 09/02/2008 00:18 Hiroshige
  • Al margen del tema -poco apropiado a hacer canciones- sólo te puedo decir que odio la bachata. A muerte. Casi más que el regeton o como se escriba. Hoy estoy poco sensible, debe ser el síndrome...

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  • 09/02/2008 12:19 velice
  • Hiro, pues a mí me encanta. Es escucharla y querer ir a bailar. Pero me gusta mucho y no sé porqué. Pero es cierto que suele despertar sentimientos de pura aversión. Yo es que no puedo evitarlo...

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  • 10/02/2008 14:43 Hiroshige
  • Proceda usted a recoger su galardón ;-)

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