Paroles et traduction Bls a.k.a Rigor Mortis - El lenguaje de las metáforas

El lenguaje de las metáforas

Estás escribiendo otra vez, habiéndolo prometido
¿Por qué debes que escribir?
Las voces no puedo acallarlas, vienen a mí
Cuando duermo, cuando despierto
Cuando me alimento, cuando camino por el salón
Las dulces añoranzas de una doncella
Las crecientes ambiciones de un cortesano
Los viles propósitos de un asesino
Las desdichadas súplicas de sus víctimas
Sólo cuando plasmo sus palabras, sus voces en el pergamino
Se sueltan, se liberan
Sólo entonces mi mente se queda en silencio
En paz
Plouă, afară e frig
Şi totul s-a sfârşit
De când m-ai părăsit
(El lenguaje de las Metáforas)
Iar plouă afară e frig
Şi totul s-a sfârşit
De când m-ai părăsit
Yo
Abro este disco como quien abre los mares
Conectando mi universo a la paz de vuestros hogares
Versos mortales, gigantes como glaciares
Lunas creciente en vacíos existenciales
Viajes estelares sin salir de mi cuarto
El tiempo se congela incluso en tu reloj de cuarzo
Tan sólo alcanzo el más allá de lo que vemos
Somos la arena que se escapa entre los dedos
Tengo mis miedos aunque nunca los digo
Pero me siento un superhéroe frente al folio cuando escribo
Las musas se inspiran conmigo, desnudan mi ser
Llenan de luz la mayoría de mis días grises
Soy el rayo de Ulises, la mano que reparte el pan
El caos es bello, tan sólo hay que organizarlo
La calma dentro del ojo del huracán
Me arranco el corazón para poder acariciarlo
Plouă, afară e frig
Şi totul s-a sfârşit
De când m-ai părăsit
(El lenguaje de las Metáforas)
Iar plouă afară e frig
Şi totul s-a sfârşit
De când m-ai părăsit
(El lenguaje de las Metáforas)
Versos fecundan en probetas
Vivencias derramadas en la faz de mis libretas
Escribo lo que está por venir igual que un profeta
Es pesado llevar las riendas de este cometa
La soledad del poeta que acompaña a quien le escucha
Los trazos que imagino, dibujar en la mampara
El paso por meta; nunca abandono en plena lucha
Los lazos que nos unen cuando el cosmos nos ampara
Y froté la lámpara y abracé a la semántica
Mi corazón de asfalto perdido en la urbe selvática
Tras esta red metálica por ser tu presa
Mis poesías te acarician por debajo de la mesa
Canciones que no cesan, relato mis días más crueles
Vosotros sois el brillo de mis ojos tristes
La vida es así, que no te digan que no puedes
Naces, creces, descubres el Hip-Hop y mueres
Plouă, afară e frig
Şi totul s-a sfârşit
De când m-ai părăsit
(El lenguaje de las Metáforas)
Iar plouă afară e frig
Şi totul s-a sfârşit

The Language of Metaphors

You're writing again, having promised not to
Why must you write?
The voices, I cannot silence them, they come to me
When I sleep, when I wake
When I eat, when I walk through the hall
The sweet longings of a maiden
The growing ambitions of a courtier
The vile purposes of a murderer
The unfortunate pleas of their victims
Only when I capture their words, their voices on parchment
Do they release, they liberate
Only then does my mind fall silent
In peace
It's raining, it's cold outside
And everything has ended
Since you left me
(The Language of Metaphors)
It's raining again, it's cold outside
And everything has ended
Since you left me
I
Open this record like one opens the seas
Connecting my universe to the peace of your homes
Mortal verses, giants like glaciers
Crescent moons in existential voids
Stellar journeys without leaving my room
Time freezes even in your quartz watch
I only reach beyond what we see
We are the sand that escapes between our fingers
I have my fears, though I never say them
But I feel like a superhero facing the page when I write
The muses are inspired by me, they bare my being
They fill most of my gray days with light
I am the ray of Ulysses, the hand that distributes the bread
Chaos is beautiful, you just have to organize it
The calm within the eye of the hurricane
I tear out my heart to be able to caress it
It's raining, it's cold outside
And everything has ended
Since you left me
(The Language of Metaphors)
It's raining again, it's cold outside
And everything has ended
Since you left me
(The Language of Metaphors)
Verses fertilize in test tubes
Experiences spilled on the face of my notebooks
I write what is to come like a prophet
It is heavy to hold the reins of this comet
The loneliness of the poet who accompanies those who listen
The strokes I imagine, drawing on the screen
The passage through the finish line; I never give up in the midst of struggle
The ties that bind us when the cosmos shelters us
And I rubbed the lamp and embraced semantics
My asphalt heart lost in the urban jungle
Behind this metallic net to be your prey
My poems caress you under the table
Songs that never cease, I recount my cruelest days
You are the brightness in my sad eyes
Life is like this, don't let them tell you you can't
You are born, you grow, you discover Hip-Hop, and you die
It's raining, it's cold outside
And everything has ended
Since you left me
(The Language of Metaphors)
It's raining again, it's cold outside
And everything has ended