Paroles et traduction en anglais Bashe - Selva

Selva

Historias pasadas, suelo relatar
Algunas me llegan, y otras cuestan más
Dentro de mis pensamientos, pasé a valorar
Manos que se extienden, esperando otra alcanzar

En las avenidas, o en la soledad de un campo
En los hospitales, precarios y colapsados
Realidades desiguales
Oportunismo y leyes inmorales
Contaminando el aire, y en trabajos deplorables

Rutas que son el fiel reflejo de la insensatez
Nadie está exento en esta selva hay un duro revés
Hay quien confunde las maneras y cree saber
Pero primero hay que sembrar y después recoger

Historias pasadas, suelo relatar
Aunque se asemejen, merecen lugar
En el curdo invierno cualquier luz puede almubrar
No encuentran consuelo si no las significás

Ves un peatón cruzando, y ya lo están apurando
Respetar no es una opción, pudiendo ir a contramano

Crónica repetidas, meritocracias desaparecidas
Canciones reprimidas, y estereotipos suicidas

Intolerancia que te lleva a no escuchar ni ver
Es inflexible tu visión y lo que queres ser
Hay quien confunde las maneras y cree saber
Inumerables los motivos que desconocés

Tomo una copa de vino y de pronto le esquivo a toda hostilidad
En su textura me pierdo, descanso y postergo este juicio final
Para luego barajar

En las avenidas, o en la soledad de un campo
En los hospitales, precarios y colapsados
Realidades desiguales
Oportunismo y leyes inmorales
Contaminando el aire, y en trabajos deplorables

En las avenidas, o en la soledad de un campo
En los hospitales, precarios y colapsados
Realidades desiguales
Oportunismo y leyes inmorales
Contaminando el aire, y en trabajos deplorables

Rutas que son el fiel reflejo de la insensatez

Jungle

Past stories, I usually recount,
Some come easily, others are a struggle to mount.
Within my thoughts, I've come to see the worth,
Of hands outstretched, hoping another to unearth.

On the avenues, or in the solitude of a field,
In hospitals, precarious and overburdened, revealed,
Unequal realities, stark and bare,
Opportunism and laws, immoral beyond compare.
Polluting the air, and in jobs deplorable and grim,

Routes that are the true reflection of folly's whim,
No one is exempt, in this jungle a harsh setback you'll find,
Some confuse the ways, and think they know, so blind,
But first you must sow, darling, and then you shall reap, intertwined.

Past stories, I usually recount,
Even if they resemble, they deserve a prominent amount,
In the harsh winter, any light can illuminate the way,
They find no solace, if you don't give them meaning, day by day.

You see a pedestrian crossing, and they're already being rushed,
Respect isn't an option, when they can go against the flow, uncrushed.

Repeated chronicles, meritocracies vanished in thin air,
Repressed songs, and suicidal stereotypes, a heavy despair.

Intolerance that leads you to neither listen nor see,
Your vision is inflexible, and what you want to be,
Some confuse the ways, darling, and think they know, you see,
Countless are the reasons that you fail to decree.

I take a glass of wine, and suddenly I dodge all hostility,
In its texture I get lost, I rest and postpone this finality,
To later shuffle and assess the plea.

On the avenues, or in the solitude of a field,
In hospitals, precarious and overburdened, revealed,
Unequal realities, stark and bare,
Opportunism and laws, immoral beyond compare.
Polluting the air, and in jobs deplorable and grim,

On the avenues, or in the solitude of a field,
In hospitals, precarious and overburdened, revealed,
Unequal realities, stark and bare,
Opportunism and laws, immoral beyond compare.
Polluting the air, and in jobs deplorable and grim,

Routes that are the true reflection of folly's whim.