Emilio Rojas - Sympathy For The Devil [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

V[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
First love, I know you haven't forgiven me
For all the women I seen up in the Philippines
When I'm unzipping jeans, living like a Liba-Teen
Leaving you and the kids at home alone, missing me
I wasn't ready for all them responsibilities or them long nights
In them hotels, it was killing me but growing up
I saw my own father cheating and my mama crying
So the cycle has repeated, I know my son
He understands why I'm leaving and I feel bad lying
Saying that I'm gonna see him but his sister's too young
To get my reasons or wrap her head around all the shit that she was seeing
But I was broke so I never threw a dollar in
I disappeared, I knew that you would provide for them
I wasn't fair, I wasn't there for guiding them
But I just wasn't ready to be a father yet, I'm sorry

[Verse Two: Emilio Rojas]
My first daughter, you're beautiful with your mother's eyes
I'm sorry I wasn't there to sing you lullabies
I'm sorry I never shared with you this other side of me
But it was hard, I lived a double life, I took another wife
I gave you a sister but I was never there enough
To claim that I'm missed her and it was never fair to her
The way that I did her and left you both without a father
For the sake of my mistress, I'm in Caracas, you blossomed
And now you such a gem, the only thing that I taught you
Was not to trust in men and now you single and hostile
And I been wondering if I could be the reason
That you not wanting the other sex, I wasn't ready for fatherhood
I'll admit it but everything I did, I promise you, I regret it
Wish I could be the one you walk into at your wedding
I'm a coward, I won't ask for forgiveness but I'm sorry

[Verse Three: Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, I gave you my name, I gave you my pain too
You my first son, it's a mistake that I shamed you
It's true your birth wasn't expected but you were such a blessing
Now I'm the reason you angry and you got such aggression
Never was a question of whether you like me
It's whether you like it or not, we living at high speeds
Women at night Liba, here's a bit of advice, you die lonely
It'd get rid of that vice, a child only sees the glamorous side
Of a philandering life but I know you saw the damage it caused
I'm sorry that you had to see me put my hands on your mom
And I jetted and made her handle it all, here's a man that was wrong
A real man would be strong and hold his family down
Not abandon his home to chase some ass around
I understand that you grown and that you past it now
And that my chances of knowing you all shattered now, I'm sorry