Lyrics and translation Shé feat. H0lynaight - El sotano (con H0lynaight)

El sotano (con H0lynaight)

abro los ojos vuelvo a despertar sin ganas, sin nada .
no puedo abrir la puerta y estan tapiadas las
ventanas, yo siento que me ahogo algo falla en mi .
no se que eh echo mal solo quiero salir de aqui .
quizas me porte mal es un castigo en fingir .
eh empezado el dia de nuevo sin animos para vivir
me duelen las mejillas todavia sangra mi nariz
tantos traumas malos tratos habren mas la cicatriz
me habririas la cabeza pa callarme a palos,
en tu mano la cerveza y te preparas para darme mi regalo un puño bien
cerrado pa obligarme abrir las piernas
tus caricias mas tiernas son mis morados
me pregunto si es normal sufrir asi .
si esta es la vida que me toco pero jamas la que elegí
ni eligiria mi alegria interpretada cual actriz .
cada dia mas segura de que no hay final feliz
cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos .
cuantos pudieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso
dime quien coño les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas
son historias que pasan, pasan desapercividas
cuantos niños no an visto la luz del dia cuantos?
(dime cuantos?
) cuantos por vivir suplicarian es el miedo quien les guia.
la muerte se viste.
la luz al final del tunel para ellos ya no existe
eh perdido la nocion de tiempo .
en silencio ni siquiera se mi nombre no se ni donde me encuentro no
se cuantos años tengo no puedo hablar no entiendo
nunca pude ver el sol ni sentir la brisa del viento
lo juro, vivo desnudo y sudo.
cada vez que suenan pasos que se acercan voy notandome inseguro
este sitio siempre oscuro.
quiza de tras de ese muro algun dia se
habra la puerta y llegue por fin mi futuro
voces escucho, gritos atroses, niños llorando de pena .
escucho golpes y mas golpes en cadena
Oigo palabras que piden escapar de la condena
escucho voces desgarradas que de rencor estan llenas
niños aqui a dentro que quieren decir adiós
terminar con la tortura de este sotano ir con Dios
puede que este delirando,
y que no existan esas voces que
escuchaba, por que aqui adentro solo estoy yo
cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos.
cuantos pudieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso dime quien
coño les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas son historias que pasan .
pasan desapercividas
cuantos niños no han visto la luz del dia cuantos?
(dime cuantos?
) cuantos por vivir suplicarian es el miedo quien les guia .
la muerte se viste .
la luz al final del tunel para ellos ya no existe
dime cuantos casos sin cerrar tambien sin
descubrir si acertar ni dar tan una perseguida
acostumbrarse a respirar sobrevivir al malestar de
cada cuerpo de esos crios con transtorno de anciedad
quien les dira si llegaran a conoser la claridad
de la verdad de sus historias si ya no caminaran .
ni lograran tal vez hablar y asi contar como llegaron al odiafono
muchos lo conocen como el sotano
son vidas inocentes que va yo ni son vidas
hablamos de palizas violaciones dolor en las heridas .
me pregunto donde perdieron el alma y
despues como cojones hacen pa dormir en calma
sin corazón y sin motivos,
dime que Dios es tan compacivo que os permite seguir vivo .
crios encerados soportando este calvario
para el mundo solo un caso mas en el telediario
cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos,
cuantos pudieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso
dime quien coño les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas
son historias que pasan .
pasan desapercividas
cuantos niños no han visto la luz del dia cuantos?
(dime cuantos?
) cuantos por vivir suplicarian es el miedo quien les guia .
la muerte se viste la luz al final del tunel para ellos ya no existe .
Cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos,
cuantos pidieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso dime quien coño
les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas son
historias que pasan pasan desapercibidas
Cuantos niños no han visto la luz del día cuantos (dime cuantos)
cuantos por vivir suplicarían es el miedo quien les guía la
muerte se viste la luz al final del túnel para ellos ya no existe

The Basement (with H0lynaight)

I open my eyes, I wake up again without desire, with nothing.
I can't open the door, and the windows are boarded up.
I feel like I'm drowning, something is wrong with me.
I don't know what I did wrong, I just want to get out of here.
Maybe I behaved badly, it's a punishment in disguise.
I've started the day again without the will to live.
My cheeks hurt, my nose is still bleeding.
So many traumas, mistreatments, open the scar further.
You would split my head open to shut me up with blows,
Beer in your hand, you prepare to give me my gift, a tightly closed fist
To force me to open my legs.
Your most tender caresses are my bruises.
I wonder if it's normal to suffer like this.
If this is the life I got, but never the one I chose
Nor would I choose my joy, played out like an actress.
Every day more certain that there is no happy ending.
How many caged children are still imprisoned?
How many were able to escape and how many can tell that story?
Tell me who the hell thinks of giving them back their lives now
These are stories that happen, they go unnoticed.
How many children haven't seen the light of day, how many?
(Tell me, how many?)
How many would beg to live, fear is their guide.
Death dresses up.
The light at the end of the tunnel for them no longer exists.
I've lost track of time.
In silence, I don't even know my name, I don't even know where I am, I don't
Know how old I am, I can't speak, I don't understand.
I could never see the sun or feel the breeze of the wind.
I swear, I live naked and sweating.
Every time I hear footsteps approaching, I feel insecure.
This place is always dark.
Maybe behind that wall one day it will
Open the door and my future will finally arrive.
I hear voices, atrocious screams, children crying in pain.
I hear blows and more blows in a chain.
I hear words begging to escape the sentence.
I hear voices torn apart, filled with resentment.
Children here inside who want to say goodbye
End the torture of this basement, go with God.
Maybe I'm delirious,
And that those voices don't exist that
I heard, because I'm the only one in here.
How many caged children are still imprisoned?
How many were able to escape and how many can tell that story, tell me who
The hell thinks of giving them back their lives now, these are stories that happen.
They go unnoticed.
How many children haven't seen the light of day, how many?
(Tell me, how many?)
How many would beg to live, fear is their guide.
Death dresses up.
The light at the end of the tunnel for them no longer exists.
Tell me how many cases remain unsolved, without
Discovering, without even giving a chase.
Getting used to breathing, surviving the discomfort of
Each body of those children with anxiety disorder.
Who will tell them if they will ever know the clarity
Of the truth of their stories if they no longer walk.
Nor will they perhaps manage to speak and thus tell how they got to the odiafono
Many know it as the basement.
They are innocent lives, I mean, they are not even lives.
We are talking about beatings, rapes, pain in the wounds.
I wonder where they lost their souls and
Then how the hell do they manage to sleep peacefully.
Without a heart and without reasons,
Tell me what God is so compassionate that He allows you to stay alive.
Children locked up enduring this ordeal
For the world, just another case on the news.
How many caged children are still imprisoned,
How many were able to escape and how many can tell that story?
Tell me who the hell thinks of giving them back their lives now
These are stories that happen.
They go unnoticed.
How many children haven't seen the light of day, how many?
(Tell me, how many?)
How many would beg to live, fear is their guide.
Death dresses up, the light at the end of the tunnel for them no longer exists.
How many caged children are still imprisoned,
How many asked to leave and how many can tell that story, tell me who the hell
Thinks of giving them back their lives now, they are
Stories that happen, they go unnoticed.
How many children haven't seen the light of day, how many? (Tell me, how many?)
How many would beg to live, fear is their guide, the
Death dresses up, the light at the end of the tunnel for them no longer exists.