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Stan (Live At 43rd Grammy Awards) by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Eminem:]
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, f it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the stuff you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
[Elton John:]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
I got out of bed at all
The mornin' rain clouds up my window
Oh, I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Eminem:]
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's messed up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to
But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blisterin' cold
For you, for four hours, and you just said no
That's pretty crummy man, you're like his favorite idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver?
You said if I'd write you, you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a crummy day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sucker rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan - P.S. We should be together too
[Elton John:]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
I got out of bed at all
The mornin' rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Eminem:]
Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months, and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air Tonight"
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin'
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now - I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together - think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See, Slim - shut up, bitch! I'm tryna talk
Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up - see? I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh, shoot, I forgot - how am I supposed to send this shit out?!
[Elton John:]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
I got out of bed at all
The mornin' rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Eminem:]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this stuff you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that stuff just clownin', dawg, come on, how messed up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some
And what's this junk about us meant to be together?
That type of crap make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one... on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was - it was you
Damn...
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Stan (Live At 43rd Grammy Awards) by Eminem
Stan (Live At 43rd Grammy Awards)* (original Eminem)
[Eminem:]
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, f it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the stuff you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
[Elton John:]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
I got out of bed at all
The mornin' rain clouds up my window
Oh, I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Eminem:]
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's messed up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to
But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blisterin' cold
For you, for four hours, and you just said no
That's pretty crummy man, you're like his favorite idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver?
You said if I'd write you, you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a crummy day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sucker rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan - P.S. We should be together too
[Elton John:]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
I got out of bed at all
The mornin' rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Eminem:]
Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months, and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air Tonight"
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin'
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now - I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together - think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See, Slim - shut up, bitch! I'm tryna talk
Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up - see? I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh, shoot, I forgot - how am I supposed to send this shit out?!
[Elton John:]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin' why
I got out of bed at all
The mornin' rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Eminem:]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this stuff you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that stuff just clownin', dawg, come on, how messed up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some
And what's this junk about us meant to be together?
That type of crap make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one... on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was - it was you
Damn...
Stan (Live At 43rd Grammy Awards) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Eminem:]
Querido Slim, te escribí, pero aún no me llamas
Dejé mi celular, mi beeper y mi teléfono de casa al final
Envié dos cartas en otoño, seguro no las recibiste
Probablemente hubo un problema en la oficina de correos o algo
A veces garabateo las direcciones muy descuidadas cuando las anoto
Pero de todos modos, a la mierda, ¿qué tal, hombre? ¿Cómo está tu hija?
Mi novia también está embarazada, estoy a punto de ser padre
Si tengo una hija, ¿adivina cómo la llamaré?
La llamaré Bonnie
Leí sobre tu tío Ronnie también, lo siento
Tuve un amigo que se suicidó por una perra que no lo quería
Sé que probablemente escuchas esto todos los días, pero soy tu mayor fan
Incluso tengo el material underground que hiciste con Skam
Tengo una habitación llena de tus pósters y tus fotos, hombre
También me gusta lo que hiciste con Rawkus, esa mierda era genial
De todos modos, espero que recibas esto, hombre, contéstame
Solo para charlar, sinceramente tuyo, tu mayor fan, este es Stan
[Elton John:]
Mi té se ha enfriado, me pregunto por qué
Me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana
Oh, no puedo ver nada
Y aunque pudiera, todo sería gris
Pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
[Eminem:]
Querido Slim, aún no has llamado ni escrito, espero que tengas una oportunidad
No estoy enojado, solo creo que está mal que no respondas a los fans
Si no querías hablar conmigo fuera de tu concierto, no tenías por qué hacerlo
Pero podrías haberle firmado un autógrafo a Matthew
Ese es mi hermano pequeño, hombre, solo tiene seis años
Esperamos en el frío helado
Por ti, durante cuatro horas, y solo dijiste que no
Eso es bastante malo, hombre, eres como su ídolo favorito
Él quiere ser como tú, hombre, le gustas más que a mí
No estoy tan enojado, aunque no me gusta que me mientan
¿Recuerdas cuando nos conocimos en Denver?
Dijiste que si te escribía, me responderías
Mira, soy como tú en cierto modo: yo tampoco conocí a mi padre
Él siempre engañaba a mi mamá y la golpeaba
Puedo identificarme con lo que dices en tus canciones
Así que cuando tengo un día malo, me evado y las pongo
Porque realmente no tengo nada más
Así que esa mierda ayuda cuando estoy deprimido
Incluso me hice un tatuaje con tu nombre en el pecho
A veces incluso me corto para ver cuánto sangra
Es como adrenalina, el dolor es una descarga tan adictiva para mí
Mira, todo lo que dices es real, y te respeto porque lo dices
Mi novia está celosa porque hablo de ti 24/7
Pero ella no te conoce como yo te conozco, Slim, nadie lo hace
Ella no sabe cómo fue crecer para gente como nosotros
Tienes que llamarme, hombre, seré el fan más grande que jamás perderás
Sinceramente tuyo, Stan - P.D. Deberíamos estar juntos también
[Elton John:]
Mi té se ha enfriado, me pregunto por qué
Me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana
Y no puedo ver nada
Y aunque pudiera, todo sería gris
Pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
[Eminem:]
Querido Sr. Soy-Demasiado-Bueno-Para-Llamar-o-Escribir-a-Mis-Fans
Este será el último paquete que te envíe
Han pasado seis meses, y aún sin noticias - ¿no lo merezco?
Sé que recibiste mis últimas dos cartas, escribí las direcciones perfectamente
Así que esta es mi cassette que te envío, espero que la escuches
Estoy en el coche ahora mismo, voy a 90 en la autopista
Oye, Slim, me bebí un quinto de vodka, ¿me retas a conducir?
Conoces la canción de Phil Collins, "In the Air Tonight"
Sobre ese tipo que pudo haber salvado a ese otro tipo de ahogarse
Pero no lo hizo, luego Phil lo vio todo, ¿y en un show lo encontró?
Así es más o menos esto: podrías haberme rescatado de ahogarme
Ahora es demasiado tarde, estoy con mil tranquilizantes ahora - tengo sueño
Y todo lo que quería era una carta miserable o una llamada
Espero que sepas que arranqué todas tus fotos de la pared
Te amaba, Slim, podríamos haber estado juntos - ¡piénsalo!
Lo arruinaste ahora, espero que no puedas dormir y sueñes con ello
Y cuando sueñes espero que no puedas dormir y grites al respecto
Espero que tu conciencia te carcoma y no puedas respirar sin mí
Mira, Slim - ¡cállate, perra! Estoy tratando de hablar
Oye, Slim, esa es mi novia gritando en el maletero
Pero no le corté la garganta, solo la até - ¿ves? No soy como tú
Porque si se asfixia sufrirá más y luego morirá también
Bueno, tengo que irme, ya casi estoy en el puente
Oh, mierda, lo olvidé - ¿cómo se supone que voy a enviar esta mierda?!
[Elton John:]
Mi té se ha enfriado, me pregunto por qué
Me levanté de la cama
La lluvia de la mañana nubla mi ventana
Y no puedo ver nada
Y aunque pudiera, todo sería gris
Pero tu foto en mi pared
Me recuerda que no es tan malo, no es tan malo
[Eminem:]
Querido Stan, quise escribirte antes, pero he estado ocupado
Dijiste que tu novia está embarazada ahora, ¿cuánto tiempo tiene?
Mira, me siento muy halagado de que llames así a tu hija
Y aquí tienes un autógrafo para tu hermano; lo escribí en una gorra Starter
Siento no haberte visto en el show, debí haberme perdido
No pienses que hice esa mierda intencionalmente solo para despreciarte
¿Pero qué es eso que dijiste de que también te gusta cortarte las muñecas?
Digo esas cosas bromeando, amigo, vamos, ¿qué tan jodido estás?
Tienes algunos problemas, Stan, creo que necesitas algo de asesoramiento
Para evitar que te golpees contra las paredes cuando te deprimas
¿Y qué es esta tontería de que estamos destinados a estar juntos?
Ese tipo de mierda hace que no quiera que nos conozcamos
Realmente creo que tú y tu novia se necesitan
O tal vez solo necesitas tratarla mejor
Espero que leas esta carta, solo espero que te llegue a tiempo
Antes de que te hagas daño, creo que estarás bien
Si te relajas un poco, me alegra inspirarte, pero Stan
¿Por qué estás tan enojado? Intenta entender que sí te quiero como fan
Solo no quiero que hagas alguna locura
Vi esto... en las noticias hace un par de semanas que me enfermó
Un tipo estaba borracho y condujo su coche por un puente
Y tenía a su novia en el maletero, y ella estaba embarazada de su hijo
Y en el coche encontraron una cinta, pero no dijeron para quién era
Pensándolo bien, su nombre era - eras tú
Maldición...
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