Paroles et traduction Alessio Arena - La gran novela rusa

La gran novela rusa

Sientes que hoy duele la espalda
Menos que ayer, acaso el mundo está
Arrodillado aquí delante
Y tú lo miras bien de frente

(Más te valiera haberte quedado en tu pueblo)

Tienes razón, eres ciudadano
De periferia mística y social
Es un milagro poder entender
Estar feliz y haber pagado el alquiler

Tiemblan los ejes de tu constelación
Ya cuentan otra historia

Déjate intuir entre el griterío
Quiero hablarte a ti, hermano mío

Cántame todas tus dudas
Sobre la gran novela rusa
Y la poesía del Che Guevara
Ideología y virilidad de tu mentira
La luz que invocas en la noche más oscura

Ya lo hablamos muchas veces, tú
Le tienes miedo a la muerte y a la locura
De ser lo que no se parezca a ti
Dejar la fiesta en paz para vivir
Ir traduciendo el son de tu literatura

Vuelan, tus manos se hicieron de papel
Ya cuentan otra historia

Déjate intuir entre el griterío
Quiero hablarte a ti, hermano mío

(Más te valiera haberte quedado en tu pueblo)

Qué sabe nadie
De lo que te ha querido mi inconstancia
Mi alegría, mi escalofrío

(De qué te han servido los sacrificios de tu madre y hermana
Para costearte una carrera que ni siquiera has sabido terminar
Más te valiera haberte quedado en tu pueblo)

The Great Russian Novel

You feel your back hurts today
Less than yesterday, perhaps the world is
Kneeling right in front
And you look at it straight in the face

(It wouldn't have been better for you to have stayed in your town)

You're right, you're a citizen
From mystical and social outskirts
It's a miracle to be able to understand
Being happy and having paid the rent

The axes of your constellation are trembling
They're telling another story

Let yourself be hinted at amidst the clamor
I'm desiring to talk to you, my brother

Sing me all your doubts
About the great Russian novel
And the poetry of Che Guevara
The ideology and virility of your lie
The light you invoke in the darkest night

We talked about it many times, you
You're afraid of death and madness
Of being what doesn't look like you
Leave the party in peace to live
Go on translating the sound of your music

They're flying, your hands became paper
They're telling another story

Let yourself be hinted at amidst the clamor
I'm desiring to talk to you, my brother

(It would have been better for you to have stayed in your village)

Who knows
What my inconstancy has wanted from you
My joy, my chill

(What good have the sacrifices of your mother and sister done for you
To pay for your education that you didn't even know how to finish
It would have been better for you to have stayed in your village)