Septiembre traducción al Inglés

Ah
I put on a polo shirt and a clean pair of sneakers
And also the pants of trials
And I went down to see you with the rogue face
With more enthusiasm than coins in the pocket
I always with my head in my troubles
Mixing bad hash with a cigarette
We meet at the usual place around five
There where are all the kisses that we did not give each other

The ship was sinking and I was saving the furniture
I am one of those who swim against the current
And I living in an eternal September
Summer hasn't finished and I'm already dreaming of the next one
They tell me that I encourage them to wear
I am guilty of what I write, not of what you understand
I walk around the neighborhood and it's the usual shit
Blinds down and "for sale" signs

And now that it seems that everything is going well for me
I miss when there was nothing to lose
Those hundred bills don't make me so happy
And I come out with a sad face in the photo of the poster
I am neither a star nor am I fashionable
If they ask me for photos and I turn out fatal in all of them
But we're back to collect the crown
After four years in the shade, like Kodak

I got handsome to fool your father
With the innocent suit that only a guilty person wears
And it is that no matter how much I try to disguise myself
You can see it on my face even though I cover my tattoos
You know I'm still in love with the street
Because he gave me the love that nobody gave me
I came back with knuckles full of blood
To see my mother's sad face

Photos with the fans in the Razzmatazz
To photos and footprints in Moratala'
I do not tell the truth to the public defender
Not even the first, we already have an age
I just felt like pulling the cord
Why keep knocking on your door if you don't open it for me?
I'm late again
I want to go out and kill myself again

Now I fly high, you can see me shine
But what goes up, down, you don't have to fight
Do not go bravo, because you can catch
I know when the blades shine, you're gonna squeal
I have my friends close and my enemies closer
Also the master key to your back door
A drawer full of stories that I can't tell
The pimps also cry; look at my tears

I'm always full of sorrow
What I was is what I am now
And now he says it was worth it
Because where I dreamed I am
I'm proud of what it was
What I was is what I am now
And now I finally know it was worth it
Because where I dreamed I am