Lyrics and translation Ana Tijoux - El Rey Solo (feat. Curuman)

El Rey Solo (feat. Curuman)

El rey esta solo en su ajedrez,
El rey esta solo
Sentado con timides,
Es una jaula de monos

Todos esperan
Y todos quieren el trono
Aquel trono gastado por años de codicia
De marmol gerarquico
Y de madera egoista

De apellidos pomposo
Severa diciplina de rol que nunca quizo
Governar siempre fue una espina

Espina que para todos fue una ofrenda
Flor dolorosa apretada sin rienda

El rey se siente solo
Pero nadie lo ve
El velo escondido pues nadie sabe
Quel
Todo lo mira
Y que el tan solo espera ver
Quien sera quien tire la primera piedra
Tantos monos en una sola jaula
Tantos primates esperando a quel rey se caiga

(...)

El rey esta solo
Solo divagando
Recordando sercanos que le daban la mano
Sercanos que luego afilaron los dientes
Tragaron el tiempo y se hicieron ausentes

El rey esta solo
Solo con corona
Corona sin forma, añeja y amorfa
Aplacada de poder y empolvada de gris
Opaca en sus entrañas y de podrida matriz
Nunca sirvio pienso y la verdad menos
Para sentirte rodeado de animales perversos

Que solo querian codicia y alimentar un ego
Que nunca saciarian porque el cariño era ciego

El rey haba solo con soledad y nobleza
Se hizo demente en un palacio de tristezas
Sorpresa que viste una capa tejida en locura
Trastorno majestuoso
Y en la calle susurra

Yo soy el rey callejero
Yo soy el lucido los locos son el resto
(...)

Tanta majestad mimetizada al piso
Tantos olvidados y rostros perdidos
Tantos anonimos que sueñas como niños que nunca se sintieron comodos en este limbo
Tantas pieles, historias y arrugas
Tantas paginas de un libro sin lectura

Mientras rey solo se levanta y nos dice
Yo soy el curdo ustedes an enloquecido
Ido ido ido ido...
(Solo de guitarra)ido ido ido
O_O

The King Alone (feat. Curuman)

The king sits alone in his chess game,
The king is alone
Sitting with shyness,
It's a cage of monkeys

Everyone is waiting
And everyone wants the throne
That throne worn out by years of greed
Of hierarchical marble
And of selfish wood

Of pompous surnames
Severe disciplinary role that he never wanted
To govern was always a thorn

A thorn that for everyone was a gift
A painful flower squeezed without restraint

The king feels lonely
But nobody sees him
The hidden veil because nobody knows
That
He sees everything
And that he's just waiting to see
Who will be the one to throw the first stone
So many monkeys in one cage
So many primates waiting for the king to fall

(...)

The king is alone
Just rambling
Remembering acquaintances who gave him a hand
Acquaintances who later sharpened their teeth
They swallowed time and became absent

The king is alone
Alone with crown
A shapeless, ancient and amorphous crown
Placated with power and powdered with gray
Opaque in its entrails and of rotten womb
It was never a thinker and even less so the truth
To feel surrounded by perverse animals

Who only wanted greed and to feed an ego
That they would never satisfy because love was blind

The king spoke alone with loneliness and nobility
He became demented in a palace of sadness
A surprise that wears a cloak woven in madness
Majestic disorder
And in the street he whispers

I am the street king
I am the sane one the rest are crazy
(...)

So much majesty camouflaged to the ground
So many forgotten and lost faces
So many anonymous people who dream like children who never felt comfortable in this limbo
So many skins, stories and wrinkles
So many pages of a book without reading

As long as the king rises and tells us
I am the sane one you have all gone mad
Gone gone gone gone...
(Guitar solo)gone gone gone
O_O