Letra 'Deathbed' de 'Relient K' traducida al español

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

The year is 1941
I was eight years old and far, far too young
To know that the stories of battles and glory
Was a tale a kind mother made up for a son

You see, Dad was a traveling preacher
Teaching the words of the teacher
Mother had sworn he went off to the war
And died there with honor, somewhere on a beach there

But he left once to never return
Which taught me that I should unlearn
Whatever I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought like he abandoned me

By '47, I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
I smoked until I threw up, yet I still lit 'em up
For thirty more years, like a machine

So right there you have it
That one filthy habit
Is what got me where I am today

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end

I can hear the sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things I'd do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

Got married on my twenty-first
Eight months before my wife would give birth
It's easier to be sure you love someone
When a father inquires with the barrel of a gun

The union was far from harmonious
No two people could've been more alone than us
The years would go by and she'd love someone else
And I'd realized I hadn't been loved yet myself

From there it's your typical spiel
Yeah, if life was a highway, I was drunk at the wheel
I was helpin' the loose ends all fall apart
Yeah, I swear I was destined to fail, and fail from the start

I bowled about six times a week
A bottle of Beam kept the memories from me
Our marriage had taken a 7-10 split
And along with my pride, the ex-wife took the kids

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end

I can hear those sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things I'd do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

I was so scared of Jesus but he sought me out
Like the cancer in my lungs it's killing me now
And I've given up hope on the days I have left
But I cling to the hope of my life in the next

Then Jesus showed up, said, 'Before we go
I thought that we might reminisce
See, one night in your life, when you turned out the lights
You asked for and prayed for my forgiveness

'You cried wolf; the tears they soaked your fur
The blood dripped from your fangs
You said, 'What have I done?'
You loved that lamb with every sinful bone
And there you wept alone
Your heart was so contrite

'You said, 'Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes
Sanctify this withered heart of mine
Stay with me until my life is through
And on that day, please take me home with you' '

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end

I can hear you whisper to me
'It's time to leave
You'll never be lonely again'

But this was my deathbed
I died there alone
When I closed my eyes tonight
You carried me home

I am the way
Follow me and take my hand

And I am the truth
Embrace me and you'll understand

And I am the light?
And for me you'll live again

For I am love
I am love

I am love

Puedo oler la muerte en las hojas
Cubriéndome
No puedo creer que este es el final

Pero esta es mi lecho de muerte
Me quedo solo aquí
Si cierro los ojos esta noche
Sé que voy a estar en casa

Corre el año 1941
Yo tenía ocho años y ahora, demasiado joven
Saber que las historias de las batallas y la gloria
Fue un cuento de una madre tipo compuesto por un hijo

Ya ves, papá fue un predicador viajero
La enseñanza de las palabras del maestro
Madre había jurado se fue a la guerra
Y allí murió con honor, en algún lugar en una playa no

Sin embargo, dejó una vez para no volver jamás
Que me enseñó que debo olvidar
Lo que pensé que un padre debe ser
Dejé que pensaban como él me abandonó

Por el 47, yo tenía catorce años
Yo había adquirido un gusto por el licor y la nicotina
Yo fumé hasta que me tiró para arriba, sin embargo, aún encendido 'em up
Durante treinta años más, como una máquina

Así que ahí lo tienes
Que un hábito sucio
Es lo que me llevó a donde estoy hoy

Puedo oler la muerte en las hojas
Cubriéndome
No puedo creer que este es el final

Puedo oír los tristes recuerdos
Todavía acechan

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