Paroles et traduction Canserbero - De Mi Muerte

De Mi Muerte

Hoy me fui a la cama tomado,
girar el techo vi como un reloj por mil acelerado.
Tuve un sueño de esos que sabes que estas en un sueño atado,
abrí los ojos y vi un niño parecido a mi sentado y yo
que no soy supersticioso supe que es otra vil obra de arte del subconsciente.
Sabiéndome soñando
pregunté al allí presente:
"Dime ¿quién coño eres?"
y aunque era sólo un niño en los ojos podía verle
que se trataba de mí mismo y no podía temerle.
Me dijo: "Hermano duerme."
y al despertar estaba en un divan consciente y
pude notar que al lado estaba un anciano sentado,
me hacía hablar de cosas que me habían pasado,
noté que de un psicólogo se trataba y que mi monólogo escuchaba sin parecer asombrado y dijo: "¡Para!
¡Deja de quejarte por ahí por nada! ¡Tienes una misión alla abajo y no está completada!"
y vi su cara cuando estas últimas frases gritaba
notando que se trataba aunque
ya vieja de mi ¡propia cara!
Me dijo "Debes recordar íntegramente
lo que te diré pues no repetiré lo consiguiente,
se trata del secreto de la vida y siempre que nazcas de nuevo
cantarás esto a tu gente." y dijo:
"Debes cantar como si nadie te estuviese escuchando."
"Debes bailar como si nadie te estuviese observando."
"Debes amar sin miedo a ser traicionado,
aunque sin darle prioridad al que prioridad no te ha dado, claro."
"Debes reír si pasa algo que te avergüence, igual
tarde o temprano todos olvidarán la mala experiencia."
"Debes cerrar los ojos ante un buen olor
y disfrutar despacio todo buen sabor, sí."
"Felicidad: is not about tenerlo todo, sino ya no desear nada bobo."
"Es obvio que hay que echar pa' lante y estudiar más,
trabajar es el modo pero apartando
del camino el lodo."
"No vale la pena vengarse por algo que no valga la pena."
"La vida es corta y la pena es larga, cuando esta llega díganse soluciones no problemas,
propongan cosas por hacer,
no todo es criticar las fallas del sistema, velda'?"
"I know that I'm a dreamer but i'm not the only one."
"No te olvides del prójimo si se te multiplica el pan."
"Ríete en la tristeza, llora de alegría y no olvides que cada día que pasa se acorta tu vida, eh!"
"Ser feliz no puede quien no sabe lo que quiere."
"Empieza a ser tú mismo y deja ya de ser quien no eres, mere,
que imitaciones abundan originales escasean
y los chances son como las mareas
van y vienen,
pasan poel' frente, no se detienen."
"Atrévete a amar y deja e' llora por lo que no tienes." "Nunca debes
dejar que un comentario te complique,
porque aun mejorando el mundo alguien habrá que te critique." Y dije: "¡Para!"
"Haz que despierte y juro: voy a cantar todo esto es sus caras."
El anciano aceptó y chasqueó sus dedos mientras suspiraba,
pero sorpresa mía fue al ver donde me despertaba.
Me hallaba en un ataúd rodeado de toda mi gente,
llorando mi cadáver que podía mirar sonriente,
no era mi subconsciente.
(No era un sueño, se trataba de una verdad.)
Y recorrí mi velorio atravesando a los presentes,
excepto en esta escena estuve yo soñando siempre.
Se trataba de mi muerte.
(Se trataba de mí, se trataba de mí, se trataba de mí, se trataba de...)
Al caminar lamente irme de este mundo amargo
sin terminar la misión por la que ando penando,
la cual se trata de cantar lo narrado
por el anciano, aquel que al yo morir nunca será escuchado.
Y dije "¡Para!"

Of My Death

I went to bed drunk tonight,
watching the ceiling spin like a clock on fast-forward.
I had one of those dreams where you know you're trapped in a dream,
opened my eyes and saw a child who looked like me sitting there, and I,
not being superstitious, knew it was another vile work of art from the subconscious.
Knowing I was dreaming
I asked the one present there:
"Tell me, who the hell are you?"
and even though he was just a child, I could see in his eyes
that it was myself and I couldn't fear him.
He told me: "Brother, sleep."
and upon waking I was on a couch, conscious, and
I noticed an old man sitting next to me,
making me talk about things that had happened to me,
I realized he was a psychologist and listened to my monologue without seeming surprised, and he said: "Stop!
Stop complaining about nothing! You have a mission down there and it's not completed!"
and I saw his face as he shouted these last phrases
noticing that it was, although
old, my own face!
He told me "You must remember completely
what I will tell you, for I will not repeat what follows,
it is about the secret of life and every time you are born again
you will sing this to your people." and he said:
"You must sing as if no one is listening to you."
"You must dance as if no one is watching you."
"You must love without fear of being betrayed,
although without giving priority to those who haven't prioritized you, of course."
"You must laugh if something embarrassing happens, just the same,
sooner or later everyone will forget the bad experience."
"You must close your eyes to a good smell
and slowly enjoy every good taste, yes."
"Happiness: is not about having it all, but no longer desiring anything foolish."
"It's obvious you have to move forward and study more,
work is the way, but getting
the mud out of the way."
"It's not worth taking revenge for something that's not worth it."
"Life is short and sorrow is long, when it arrives, tell yourselves solutions, not problems,
propose things to do,
it's not all about criticizing the system's flaws, right?"
"I know that I'm a dreamer but i'm not the only one."
"Don't forget your neighbor if your bread multiplies."
"Laugh in sadness, cry with joy and don't forget that every day that passes your life gets shorter, eh!"
"Those who don't know what they want cannot be happy."
"Start being yourself and stop being who you are not, honey,
because imitations abound, originals are scarce
and chances are like tides
they come and go,
they pass by, they don't stop."
"Dare to love and stop crying for what you don't have." "You must never
let a comment complicate you,
because even if you improve the world, someone will criticize you." And I said: "Stop!"
"Make me wake up and I swear: I will sing all this in their faces."
The old man agreed and snapped his fingers as he sighed,
but my surprise was to see where I woke up.
I was in a coffin surrounded by all my people,
crying over my corpse that I could look at smiling,
it wasn't my subconscious.
(It wasn't a dream, it was a truth.)
And I walked through my wake, passing through those present,
except in this scene, I was always dreaming.
It was about my death.
(It was about me, it was about me, it was about me, it was about...)
As I walked, I regretted leaving this bitter world
without finishing the mission I'm suffering for,
which is to sing what was narrated
by the old man, the one who, when I die, will never be heard.
And I said "Stop!"