Estar así no es la mejor forma de estar,
del porvenir ya no me quiero ni acordar.
Por una vez que me arriesgué a confiar,
me di de bruces con la cruda, sucia y fea realidad.
No es fácil de olvidar,
Dios odia a los cobardes.
Y es duro recordar,
Dios odia a los cobardes.
Y siempre ha sido así,
siempre hasta el final.
Seguir así al corazón le sienta mal,
y el cielo gris tiene un matiz de soledad.
Pensé en volver como quien piensa en regresar
y di de bruces con la cruda, sucia y fría realidad.
No es fácil de olvidar,
Dios odia a los cobardes.
Y es duro recordar,
Dios odia a los cobardes.
Y siempre ha sido así,
siempre hasta el final.
Dios odia a los cobardes.
Y es duro recordar,
Dios odia a los cobardes.
Y siempre ha sido así,
y nada va a cambiar,
siempre hasta el final.
Crees que no sé que sabes que soy cobarde?
crees que no sé que no sabes que eres un cobarde?
Sí, Dios odia a los cobardes.
Somos cobardes, y qué?
I do not even want to remember the future anymore.
The one time I took the risk of trusting,
I ran headlong into raw, dirty, ugly reality.
It is not easy to forget,
God hates cowards.
And it is hard to remember,
God hates cowards.
And it has always been this way,
always, until the end.
Carrying on like this is bad for the heart,
and the gray sky has a shade of loneliness.
I thought of coming back as one thinks of returning,
and I ran headlong into raw, dirty, cold reality.
It is not easy to forget,
God hates cowards.
And it is hard to remember,
God hates cowards.
And it has always been this way,
always, until the end.
God hates cowards.
And it is hard to remember,
God hates cowards.
And it has always been this way,
and nothing is going to change,
always, until the end.
Do you think I do not know that you know I am a coward?
Do you think I do not know that you do not know you are a coward?
Yes, God hates cowards.
We are cowards, so what?