Lyrics and translation El Oss - Fantasmas

Fantasmas

El odio agita los fantasmas internos
Es estupido vivir a base de recuerdos
Como despertar los versos ya muertos
Quemando nuves lanzando almas del infierno
Existe un orisonte entre sol y cielo
Un donde entre desvelo y anelo
Un continente entre amor y te quiero
Un mar de penas en un voy y no vuelvo
Hay vidas que no son vidas son solo fantasmas
De iluciones y heridas
Hay vidas que no son vidas creeme
Son estigmas de iluciones perdidas
Siguen apariciones donde quiera que mire
Espiritus rondan preguntando por que mueren
Una respusta es lo unico que los retiene
El amor nutre muere y vuelve a hacer que respire
No te combiertas en un fantasma del pasado
Lucha por ser sobreviviente del presente
No tienes metas solo busca bien al fondo
Aqui vivir es sufrir pero nada es para siempre
Fijo la mirada en su flujo sanguineo
De lujo cierro los ojos y suena espontaneo
Lo dijo un brujo señalando el designio
El dolor envia amor pero eso tarda siglos
Entre volver y volver desmiente el torpe
Hice un gesto de fe lanzandome desde el borde
Mirame no me fui estoy aqui aun siendo pobre
Se que un dia olvidara mi voz mi cara y mi nombre
Escribirendo me siento transparente
Luce entre la gente un fantasma blando a regañadientes
No puedes verme ni tu a mi el castigo de el devil
La vida nos pone asi tensos frios y tristes
No dejo de verte en todas partes
Sera tarde cuando el dolor se aparte
Tambien diria qu paris arde
Se vuelve repulsivo el contarte
He estado noches enteras en vigilia deseando besarte
Todo lo que vale la pena no es no facil ni gratis
Vale rapear tu pena pero no es facil hacerlo asi
Si todo lo que ago es un problema para ti
Quieres mori algun dia seguiras viviendo en mi
Si algun dia muere el rencor te espero donde siempre
Alli en la nube 21 en un junio 27
Sin nada que recordar solo este momento
Olvidando que no es cierto ignorando al resto
Y solo dicto mi dolor escrito hojas quemadas
Con la mirada en la nada y nada que discutir
Alli estas la ultima corazonada recostada sobre en tu almuada
Y que no se sabe rendir
Las alegrias parecen flores que la llubia mancha
El tiempo envejese y el viento desoja
En el jardin de amores donde el desamor aloja
Y se retuerce deseando ponerce en marcha
Al final el camino solo descansar en un parque
Para hablar con los fantasmas de pasado
Y sanar besar tus labios ficticios
Mirar tus ojos de cristal
Volver a acariciar el viento frio de tu falta aca
El viento frio de tu falta aca
El viento frio de tu falta...

Ghosts

Hate stirs the ghosts within,
Living on memories is a foolish sin.
Like awakening verses long dead,
Burning clouds, casting souls from hell instead.
There's a horizon between sun and sky,
A place between wakefulness and a sigh.
A continent between love and "I love you",
A sea of sorrows in a "gone and won't come back to you".
Some lives aren't lives, they're just ghosts you see,
Of illusions and wounds, a painful spree.
Some lives aren't lives, believe me, it's true,
They're stigmas of lost illusions, me and you.
Apparitions follow wherever I gaze,
Spirits wander, asking why life fazes.
One answer is all that keeps them here,
Love nourishes, dies, and makes breath reappear.
Don't become a ghost of the past,
Fight to be a survivor, make it last.
You have no goals, just search deep inside,
Here, living is suffering, but nothing will forever abide.
I fix my gaze on your blood's flow,
Luxuriously, I close my eyes, and music starts to grow.
A sorcerer said, pointing to destiny's sign,
Pain sends love, but it takes time.
Between returning and returning, deny the clumsy fool,
I made a leap of faith, jumping from the pool.
Look at me, I didn't leave, I'm still here, even though I'm poor,
I know one day you'll forget my voice, my face, and what I stand for.
As I write, I feel transparent and thin,
A soft ghost shines reluctantly within the din.
You can't see me, nor I you, the devil's cruel play,
Life makes us tense, cold, and sad this way.
I keep seeing you everywhere,
It'll be too late when the pain departs from where.
I'd also say that Paris burns with desire,
Telling you becomes repulsive, setting my soul on fire.
I've spent whole nights awake, longing to kiss your lips,
Everything worthwhile isn't easy, it takes effort and trips.
It's worth rapping your pain, but it's not easy to do it like this,
If everything I do is a problem, a painful abyss.
If you die someday, you'll keep living in me,
If resentment dies one day, I'll wait for you where we used to be.
There on cloud 21, on a June 27th day,
With nothing to remember, just this moment to play.
Forgetting that it's not real, ignoring all the rest,
And I just dictate my pain, written on burnt pages, a painful quest.
With my gaze on nothing, and nothing to discuss,
There you are, the last hunch, lying on your pillow, a gentle hush.
And what doesn't know how to surrender,
Joys seem like flowers that the rain will render.
Time ages and the wind strips bare,
In the garden of love where heartbreak takes its share.
And it writhes, wanting to set itself in motion,
In the end, the path is just to rest in a park's devotion.
To talk to the ghosts of the past that still remain,
And heal, to kiss your fictional lips again.
To look into your eyes of crystal and glass,
To caress the cold wind of your absence, which came to pass.
The cold wind of your absence here,
The cold wind of your absence so clear...