Paroles et traduction Clara Peya feat. Alessio Arena - Em fas por

Em fas por

Quan em parles a prop
Faig un pas enrere
No es que et vulgui més lluny però és
Que em fan por els teus ulls
I em segueixes mirant
Com si fos tan fàcil
I no sé en què pensar
Si hi ha vida al voltant
Només veig unes mans que m′amenacen
I una veu que és capaç de pronunciar
Les rialles d'un mot que fa el seu niu
A la boca que es torna de fusta
Només veig un error de pell serena
I una equivocació a les esquenes
Però un udol que m′invita a arriscar-me
Que la vida és més curta que llarga
I intento trobar
Quina és la manera
D'arribar al febrer
Esquivant el mal temps
Però l'hivern als teus ulls
Sembla primavera
I sé que véns a buscar
Algun secret per guardar
Quan la lluna il·lumina l′esperança
D′una nit on el temps és una farsa
On les hores són curtes com espines
I se't claven profundes, petites
I la nit compulsiva m′encomana
Un desig fosc d'accelerar la trama
S′encadenen les frases amb paraules
Que el silenci ha pintat per nosaltres
Este galapaguito
No tiene mare
No tiene mare, sí
No tiene mare, no
Lo parió una gitana
I lo echó a la calle
Lo echó a la calle, sí
Lo echó a la calle, no
Em fas por, et miro i em fas por
I em fa por que em miris si tens por

You scare me

When you talk to me up close
I take a step back
Not that I want you further away, but
That your eyes scare me
And you keep looking at me
As if it were so easy
And I don't know what to think
If there is life around
I only see some hands that threaten me
And a voice that is capable of pronouncing
The laughter of a word that makes its nest
In the mouth that turns to wood
I only see a mistake of serene skin
And a mistake on the backs
But a howl that invites me to take a risk
That life is shorter than long
And I try to find
What is the way
To get to February
Dodging the bad weather
But the winter in your eyes
Looks like spring
And I know you are coming to look for
A secret to keep
When the moon illuminates the hope
Of a night where time is a farce
Where the hours are short like thorns
And they pierce you deep, small
And the compulsive night compels me
A dark desire to accelerate the plot
Sentences with words are chained
That silence has painted for us
This little galapaguito
Has no mother
Has no mother, yes
Has no mother, no
A gypsy gave birth to him
And threw him into the street
Threw him into the street, yes
Threw him into the street, no
You scare me, I look at you and you scare me
And I'm afraid you'll look at me if you're afraid