Paroles et traduction Giusy Ferreri - Pensamientos (Pensieri) [Spanish Vrs]

Pensamientos (Pensieri) [Spanish Vrs]

Persigo pensamientos mas pensamientos mas todavia,
Persigo pensamientos mas pensamientos mas todavia,
Persigo pensamientos mas pensamientos mas todavia,
Me vuelven ahora.
La oscuridad me aconseja, se acomoda en cada rincon,
La noche me arrastra y confunde la mente,
Pensamientos pensados mil veces por mi,
Iluminan lo oscuro,
Perturbada por las luces y colores y por todos los objetos, circundantes.
Y llegan pensamientos, mas pensamientos mas todavia, se insinuan pensamientos mas pensamientos, mas todavia, me abandonan pensamientos mas pensamientos mas todavia, me invaden ahora.
Porque la mente es indescriptible y sacrosanta, y puede ser bella, o capaz de arrastrarte a la locura, el que es feliz esta loco, el que es feliz esta loco, el que es feliz esta loco.
Molestos pensamientos, mas pensamientos mas todavia, se me turban pensamientos mas pensamientos mas todavia y me abandona pensamientos mas pensamientos, si buscan ahora los llevo sentidos.
De la confianza del saber abandonarse, de tentaciones de algo nuevo que encontrarse, del contentarse no saber ya renunciar, para escapar como una novia en fuga del altar.
Persigo pensamientos, mas pensamientos mas todavia, se insinuan pensamientos, mas pensamientos mas todavia, y me abandona pensamientos, mas pensamientos mas todavia y otros ahora y todo ahora, y nada ahora

Thoughts (Pensieri) [English Vrs]

I chase the thoughts but the thoughts chase me,
I chase the thoughts but the thoughts chase me,
I chase the thoughts but the thoughts chase me,
They come back to me now.
The darkness advises me, it settles in every corner,
The night drags me and confuses my mind,
Thoughts thought a thousand times by me,
They illuminate the darkness,
Disturbed by the lights and colors and all the objects, all around.
And the thoughts come, more thoughts, still more, the thoughts creep in more thoughts, still more, and thoughts abandon me more thoughts, still more, they invade me now.
Because the mind is indescribable and sacrosanct, and it can be beautiful, or capable of driving you insane, he who is happy is mad, he who is happy is mad, he who is happy is mad.
Annoying thoughts, more thoughts, still more, the thoughts trouble me more thoughts, still more and thoughts abandon me more thoughts, still more, if they seek now I bring them senses.
From the confidence of knowing how to abandon oneself, from the temptations of something new to find, from being content not knowing how to give up, to escape like a bride on the run from the altar.
I chase the thoughts, more thoughts, still more, the thoughts creep in more thoughts, still more, and thoughts abandon me, more thoughts, still more and others now and all now, and nothing now