Lyrics and translation Forraje - Alarido

Alarido

ALARIDO

No me digas cositas,
Que no quiero oírte, no seas tan mala.
Por favor, no me digas
Que sueñas conmigo, que a veces me extrañas,
No me digas que tú me querías,
No me digas que no lo notabas,
Que te buscaba a tientas por todos los rincones
Y tú nunca estabas.

Por favor, no me digas
Que la vida pega muchas vueltas,
Y que debo llevarte en mi mente
Junto a la esperanza de que un día vuelvas.
No me digas que tú me querías,
No me digas que no lo notabas,
Que te buscaba a tientas por todos los rincones
Y tú nunca estabas,
Y tú nunca estabas...

Más que harto, ya, de amores pasajeros,
Que siempre dejan huella, que nunca tienen frenos;
Soy el leño que le da vidilla al fuego,
Voy a quemarlo todo, avisa a los bomberos.

Tú te acercas, yo me escapo;
Tú te marchas, yo te espero;
Tú me faltas, yo te extraño
Y otra hostia contra el suelo.

Déjalo, que me estoy volviendo loco y no sé qué será peor,
Si olvidarte o recordarte sin saber qué pinto yo
En los sueños de la musa que incendió mi corazón;
Llenó de tinta el tintero que volqué en cada canción.

Cuando tú me lo pediste, me porté como un señor;
Cuando estaba un poco triste, no se enteraba ni Dios;
Y ahora que vienes pidiendo un poquito de calor,
Te daría todo el fuego, pero ya se me apagó.

Te entregué en un alarido
Fruto del desasosiego
Todo el daño contenido,
Y el dolor que llevo dentro.

Se asustaron las estrellas
Sitas en el firmamento
Al mirar la mala cara

De mi lado más perverso.

Screaming

SCREAMING

Don't tell me sweet nothings,
I don't want to hear you, don't be so mean.
Please, don't tell me
That you dream of me, that you miss me sometimes,
Don't tell me that you loved me,
Don't tell me that you didn't notice,
That I was searching for you in every corner
And you were never there.

Please, don't tell me
That life takes many turns,
And that I should carry you in my mind
With the hope that one day you will return.
Don't tell me that you loved me,
Don't tell me that you didn't notice,
That I was searching for you in every corner
And you were never there,
And you were never there...

I'm sick and tired of fleeting love,
That always leaves a mark, that never brakes;
I'm the firewood that gives life to the fire,
I'm going to burn it all, call the fire department.

You approach, I escape;
You leave, I wait for you;
You miss me, I miss you
And another blow against the ground.

Let it go, I'm going crazy and I don't know what will be worse,
To forget you or to remember you without knowing what my place is
In the dreams of the muse who set my heart on fire;
Filled the inkwell with the ink I spilled in every song.

When you asked me, I behaved like a gentleman;
When I was a little sad, God didn't even know;
And now that you come asking for a little warmth,
I would give you all the fire, but it has already gone out.

I delivered to you in a scream
Fruit of the restlessness
All the damage contained,
And the pain that I carry inside.

The stars were frightened
Sitting in the firmament
Looking at the bad face

Of my most perverse side.