Paroles et traduction Bravo Fisher! - Miradas

Miradas

Me advirtieron de que lo mío nunca,
Sería tuyo ni en la penumbra.
Auguraron después varias fracturas,
Año de luto y quemaduras.
Que haya acontecido,
Te espío por encima de mi muro.
Me avisaron que eran incendiarias,
Tus miradas las más lapidarias,
Y que eran terribles.
Yo contemplo tu elegancia innata,
Duerme demanda tu espalda,
Y no es ta terrible.
Con mi voz proclamé,
Voz tartamuda,
Entre murmullos y tachaduras.
"Que poco puedo ofrecer, salvo locura,
Dormir desnudos y abreviaturas."
Desposeido,
Tus ojos por encima de mi muro.
Me avisaron que eran incendiarias,
Tus miradas las más lapidarias,
Y que eran terribles.
Yo contemplo tu elegancia innata,
Duerme demanda tu espalda,
Y no es ta terrible.
Haría lo imposible
Por ser tu imprescindible,
Indivisible.
Haría lo imposible
Por ser tu imprescindible,
Indivisible.
Pues si soy el hombre equivocado,
Parteme en veinte mil pedazos,
Llévame al campo santo.
Cuando vuelva como rey nacido,
Seré entonces el elegido,
Y te habré salvado.
Me avisaron que eran incendiarias,
Tus miradas las más lapidarias,
Y que eran terribles.
Yo contemplo tu elegancia innata,
Duerme demanda tu espalda,
Y no es tan terrible.

Gazes

They warned me that what is mine would never
Be yours, not even in the shadows.
Then they foretold multiple fractures,
A year of mourning and burns.
If it has happened,
I spy on you over my wall.
They warned me that they were incendiary,
Your most lapidary glances,
And that they were terrible.
I contemplate your innate elegance,
Sleep demands your back,
And it is not so terrible.
With my voice I proclaimed,
Stuttering voice,
Amidst murmurs and strikethroughs.
"I have little to offer, except madness,
Sleeping naked and abbreviations."
Bereft,
Your eyes over my wall.
They warned me that they were incendiary,
Your most lapidary glances,
And that they were terrible.
I contemplate your innate elegance,
Sleep demands your back,
And it is not so terrible.
I would do the impossible
To be your indispensable,
Indivisible.
I would do the impossible
To be your indispensable,
Indivisible.
Because if I am the wrong man,
Tear me into twenty thousand pieces,
Take me to the cemetery.
When I return as a born king,
I will then be the chosen one,
And I will have saved you.
They warned me that they were incendiary,
Your most lapidary glances,
And that they were terrible.
I contemplate your innate elegance,
Sleep demands your back,
And it is not so terrible.