Paroles et traduction Antonio Vega - Esperando Nada (Live)

Esperando Nada (Live)

Antonio vega - esperando nada (cortesia de merlin)
Voy a revelar una historia que es
A veces mentira y otras no es verdad.
Me quede sentado esperando la llegada
De la suerte no podia tardar.
Y paso tanto tiempo que llegue
A ver sombras en color.
Y paso tanta gente por delante
Que nadie me vio.
Esperaria de pie que el anochecer
Se fundiera con la tarde y el amanecer.
Como un vendaval a mi paso se revuelven
Los trozos de un quemado papel.
Y crecio a mi lado como un arbol
Toda una ilusion.
Y crecio a su lado monstruosa
Toda una obsesion.
En plena noche, a eso de las tres
Algo se acerca y no se deja ver.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
Y refrescarme antes de repetir.
Vivo en la calle, estudio de aprendiz
Con libros que en la escuela nunca vi.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
Y refrescarme antes de repetir.
Me perderia de pie esa sensacion
De encontrarme con las cosas por segunda vez.
La oportunidad de buscar en los
Cajones un recuerdo que amar.
Y paso tanto tiempo que llegue
A ver sombras en color.
Y crecio a mi lado como un arbol
Toda una ilusion.

En plena noche, a eso de las tres
Algo se acerca y no se deja ver.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
Y refrescarme antes de repetir.
Vivo en la calle, estudio de aprendiz
Con libros que en la escuela nunca vi.
Abre mi puerta quiero entrar y salir
Y refrescarme antes de repetir.

Waiting for Nothing (Live)

Antonio vega - waiting for nothing (courtesy of merlin)
I'm going to tell you a story that is
Sometimes a lie and sometimes it's not true.
I was sitting there waiting for the arrival
Of luck, it couldn't be long.
And so much time passed that I started
To see shadows in color.
And so many people passed by
That no one saw me.
I would wait standing until dusk
Faded into evening and dawn.
Like a whirlwind in my path, they stir
The pieces of a burnt paper.
And it grew beside me like a tree
An entire illusion.
And it grew beside it, monstrously
An entire obsession.
In the middle of the night, around three o'clock
Something approaches but does not reveal itself.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
And freshen up before repeating.
I live on the streets, I study as an apprentice
With books that I never saw in school.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
And freshen up before repeating.
I would miss that sensation of standing
Of finding things for the second time.
The chance to search in the
Drawers for a memory to love.
And so much time passed that I started
To see shadows in color.
And it grew beside me like a tree
An entire illusion.

In the middle of the night, around three o'clock
Something approaches but does not reveal itself.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
And freshen up before repeating.
I live on the streets, I study as an apprentice
With books that I never saw in school.
Open my door, I want to come in and go out
And freshen up before repeating.