Paroles et traduction Glaukoma - Haizea

Haizea

Hace ya tiempo que las putas rimas no se descontrolan
No hacen cola tras farolas, no perforan mis metáforas
Como la moral no colabora, más bien llora
Se ahoga entre las olas de un silencio sepulcral

Ya no puedo decir más que no hay mejor
Que el que lo hace con amor
Sin embargo, es el rencor el que me enseña
Noche de dolor y única seña es prender fuego
Toneladas de leña para quemar mi puto ego

Luego creo que no es fácil ser pirómano
En este puto pueblo de bomberos, el enfermo es el que manda, ¿o no?
Guisándolo en el micrófono con Pando dando los tonos más jartos
Sanando las heridas de estos jambos, hartos del largo tango

Que la vida está bailando de hace un rato y dije
Enséñame a fluir en tus fluidos
Enséñame a surgir del abismo al ritmo de tus latidos
Enséñame a vivir desinhibido, a bañar de colorido
Mis sentidos deprimidos, doloridos por el vino
Y el placer de no saber cuál va a ser la siguiente vez que te vuelva a ver

Yeah, reggae musikaren haizeak ta keak
Uxatzen ditu beldur ta nekeak
Txikitzen kateak (oh, yeh-yeh-yeah)
Yeah, reggae musikaren haizeak ta keak
Uxatzen ditu beldur ta nekeak
Beldur ta nekeak

¿Puedes creerme? Un torbellino vino a verme
Sus rasgos finos consiguieron convencerme
Lo que antes era gris, ahora es verde
Lo que antes era verde, ahora es gris

Combustión de cannabis inerte
Preferentemente sin verte, sin perpetrar
El crimen entre mi mente y mi vientre
Vuelve a tentarme la serpiente
Vuelvo a sentarme en el sofá de siempre

Y esto es un "vuelta a empezar", volver a liar
Volver a prensar, a pensar si es mejor dejarlo o dejarlo estar
En esta vida, en este track vital, de nada sirve gritar
Selektah, pull it up!; Selektah, pull it up!
De este pibe tan proclive al declive
Selektah, pull it up!; Selektah, pull it up!
De este pibe tan proclive al declive que se desvive
Por el libre placer de no hacer lo que se le pide

Yeah, reggae musikaren haizeak ta keak
Uxatzen ditu beldur ta nekeak
Txikitzen kateak (oh, yeh-yeh-yeah)
Yeah, reggae musikaren haizeak ta keak
Uxatzen ditu beldur ta nekeak
Beldur ta nekeak

Yeah, reggae musikaren haizeak ta keak
Uxatzen ditu beldur ta nekeak
Txikitzen kateak, irikitzen ateak (oh, yeh-yeh-yeah)
Yeah, reggae musikaren haizeak ta keak
Uxatzen ditu beldur ta nekeak
Txikitzen kateak, irikitzen ateak (oh, yeh-yeh-yeah)

Haizea

It's been a while since bitches rhymed out of control
They don't queue up under streetlights, they don't pierce my metaphors
Since morality doesn't cooperate, it rather cries
It drowns in the waves of a sepulchral silence

I can't say anymore that there's no better
Than the one who does it with love
However, it's the rancor that teaches me
Night of pain and the only sign is to set fire
Tons of wood to burn my fucking ego

Then I think it's not easy to be a pyromaniac
In this fucking town of firefighters, the sick one is the boss, or not?
Stewing it up on the microphone with Pando giving the gnarliest tones
Healing the wounds of these jambos, fed up with the long tango

That life has been dancing for a while and I said
Teach me to flow in your fluids
Teach me to rise from the abyss to the rhythm of your heartbeat
Teach me to live uninhibited, to bathe in colorful
My depressed senses, aching from wine
And the pleasure of not knowing when I'll see you again

Yeah, reggae music's winds and smoke
They lift up fear and weariness
They shatter chains (oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, reggae music's winds and smoke
They lift up fear and weariness
Fear and weariness

Can you believe me? A whirlwind came to see me
Her fine features managed to convince me
What was gray before is now green
What was green before is now gray

Combustion of inert cannabis
Preferably without seeing you, without perpetrating
The crime between my mind and my stomach
The serpent tempts me again
I sit back on the same couch as always

And this is a "start over," roll it up again
Roll it up again, think about whether it's better to leave it or let it be
In this life, on this vital track, it's no use screaming
Selector, pull it up!; Selector, pull it up!
Of this kid so prone to decline
Selector, pull it up!; Selector, pull it up!
Of this kid so prone to decline who yearns
For the free pleasure of not doing what he's asked to do

Yeah, reggae music's winds and smoke
They lift up fear and weariness
They shatter chains (oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, reggae music's winds and smoke
They lift up fear and weariness
Fear and weariness

Yeah, reggae music's winds and smoke
They lift up fear and weariness
They shatter chains, they open doors (oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, reggae music's winds and smoke
They lift up fear and weariness
They shatter chains, they open doors (oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)