Lyrics and translation Ana Tijoux con Curumin - El rey solo

El rey solo

El rey esta solo en su agidez
El rey esta solo sentado con timidez
Es una jaula de monos, todos esperan
Y todos quieren el trono.
Aqui el trono ... por años de pedicia
De marmur... y de madera egoista
De apellidos pomposos, se ve la disciplina
Del rolo que nunca quiso, governar siempre fue un espina.
Espina que paar todos fueuna ofenda
Flor rosa, apretada sin...
El rey se siente solo pero nadie lo ve
El velo escondido, pues nadie sabe que el
Todo lo mira y que el tan solo espera ver
Quien sera el que tira la primera piedra
Tantos monos en una sola jaula
Tantos primates esperando al que el rey se caiga.
El rey esta solo, solo...
Recordando cercanos que le daban la mano
Cercanos que luego afilaron los dientes
Atraparon el tiempo y se hicieron aucentes.
El rey esta solo, solo con na
Na sin forma anieja y amorfa
Aplacada de poder, y empolvada de girs
.En sus entranas, y de podrida matriz
Nunca se vio presa, y la verdad menos
Para sentirte arodiado de animales perversos
Que solo querian... y que alimentaron un ego
Que nunca se ... porque el carino era ciego.
El rey habla solo con. y nobleza
Se hico demente en un palato de tristeza.
Sopresa, que ha visto una.
Trastorno... y en la calle susura.
Pues oye, el rey callejero,
Yo soy el lucido, los locos son el resto.
Tanta magiestad hipnotiza el piso
Tanta soledad y rostos perdidos.
Tantos anonimos es que suenana como ninos
Que nunca se sintieron como dos en este limbo
Tantas... historias y arrugas
Tantas paginas de un libro sin...
Mientras el solo se levanta y nos dice
Yo estoy deacuerdo, ustedes han eloquecido, ido, ido, ido

The King Alone

The king is alone in his haste
The king is alone sitting with shyness
It's a cage of monkeys, everyone awaits
And everyone wants the throne.
Here the throne ... from years of skill
Marble... and egotistical wood
Pompous surnames, one sees the discipline
Of the king who never wanted to rule, governing has always been a pain in the neck.
Thorn that to all was an offense
Tighten rose flower, without...
The king feels alone, but nobody sees it
The hidden veil, because nobody knows that he
Sees everything and that he waits only to see
Who will be the first to throw the stone
So many monkeys in a single cage
So many primates waiting for the king to fall.
The king is alone, alone...
Remembering acquaintances who shook his hand
Acquaintances who later sharpened their teeth
They entrapped time and became absent.
The king is alone, alone with nothing
Nothing without ancient form and amorphous
Placated with power, and powdered with gris
.In its entrails, and rotten womb
Never did he see the prey, and even less the truth
To feel yourself surrounded by perverse animals
Who only wanted... and who nourished an ego
That never ... because affection was blind.
The king talks to himself with. and nobility
He became demented on a palate of sadness.
Surprise, that he has seen a...
Disorder... and he whispers in the street.
Because hear ye, street king,
I am the lucid one, the crazy ones are the rest.
So much majesty hypnotizes the ground
So much loneliness and faces lost.
So many anonymous ones who sound like children
Who never felt like two in this limbo
So many... stories and wrinkles
So many pages of a book without...
While he alone gets up and tells us
I agree, you have gone crazy, gone, gone, gone