Paroles et traduction Geassassin - La Voz de la Libreta

La Voz de la Libreta

¡Ahí esta!, en mi cuarto esperando nada más
Sus líneas valen más y no se pueden cortar
Me ocupa tanto como yo a ella y no le quedo mal
Aunque no me puede hablar
Tiene mucho que contar

Ella no ama, a pesar de que le diga la verdad
Ella me usa, no me quiere, lo que siento le da igual
No tiene palabras para nadie
Pero sabe escuchar, me usa de voz ante todo
Ya no la puedo dejar

Tiene poder sobre mí
Ella me trajo hasta aquí, yo no quería pecar, pero le dije que sí
Siempre me manda pa′ la calle pa' que salga a vivir
No quiere que le invente nada ya se sabe esa ¡shit!

Desde los 12 me ganchó, no estoy hablando del "Cri"
Me enamoró en secundaria, en primaria la conocí
La puse encima de to′ me obsesionó tanto así
Que hoy vivo para ella y no me ha dejado morir, ¡ah!

Guarda mis secretos me recuerda si la olvido
He tenido varias pero a todas les escribo
Le gusta más como lo hago con el corazón partido
Mijo, y yo dándole motivos

Compartimos ese mismo extraño gusto por los ritmos
Busco que estemos a solas, pa' hacerlo mas chido
Me dio una "caja negra" y varias "cintas que hacen ruido"
Me enseñó a ser sincero hasta lo de "mecanismos"

Yo soy su voz y sueno en países vecinos
Empezamos sin pensar en el destino
Me da más de lo que me quita por eso no hay lios
Hacer lo que quiere decir, siempre es un desafió, ¡ah!

También quiere de lo mío
Cuando me voy no le aviso y me espera en el mismo sitio
Y si me siento jodido me llena los dos bolsillos
Supe que era para mí desde el principio

¡Ahí está!, en mi cuarto esperando nada más
Sus líneas valen más y no se pueden cortar
Me ocupa tanto como yo a ella y no le quedo mal
Aunque no me puede hablar
Tiene mucho que contar

Ella no ama, a pesar de que le diga la verdad
Ella me usa no me quiere, lo que siento le da igual
No tiene palabras para nadie pero sabe escuchar
Me usa de voz ante todo
Ya no la puedo dejar

Yo soy la voz, la voz de la libreta
Yo soy la voz, la voz de la conciencia
La voz que no me deja, inspira mi pluma se fuma y empieza
La voz en mi cabeza, incita, pregunta, y escribe respuestas

The Voice of the Notebook

There she is!, in my room just waiting
Her lines are worth more and can't be cut
She occupies me as much as I do her and I'm not bad to her
Although she can't talk to me
She has a lot to say

She doesn't love, even though I tell her the truth
She uses me, she doesn't love me, she doesn't care what I feel
She has no words for anyone
But she knows how to listen, she uses me as a voice before everything
I can't leave her anymore

She has power over me
She brought me here, I didn't want to sin, but I said yes
She always sends me to the street to go out and live
She doesn't want me to invent anything anymore, she already knows that shit!

Since I was 12 she hooked me, I'm not talking about "Cri"
She fell in love with me in high school, I met her in elementary school
I put her on top of everything, she obsessed me so much like this
That today I live for her and she hasn't let me die, ah!

She keeps my secrets, reminds me if I forget her
I've had several but I write to them all
She likes it more how I do it with a broken heart
Son, and I giving her reasons

We share that same strange taste for rhythms
I'm looking for us to be alone, to make it cooler
She gave me a "black box" and several "tapes that make noise"
She taught me to be sincere even about "mechanisms"

I am her voice and I sound in neighboring countries
We started without thinking about destiny
She gives me more than she takes from me so there's no trouble
Doing what she wants to say is always a challenge, ah!

She also wants some of mine
When I leave I don't tell her and she waits for me in the same place
And if I feel screwed she fills my two pockets
I knew she was for me from the beginning

There she is!, in my room just waiting
Her lines are worth more and can't be cut
She occupies me as much as I do her and I'm not bad to her
Although she can't talk to me
She has a lot to say

She doesn't love, even though I tell her the truth
She uses me, she doesn't love me, she doesn't care what I feel
She has no words for anyone but she knows how to listen
She uses me as a voice before everything
I can't leave her anymore

I am the voice, the voice of the notebook
I am the voice, the voice of consciousness
The voice that doesn't leave me, inspires my pen, smokes and begins
The voice in my head, incites, asks, and writes answers