Paroles et traduction Iratxo - Déjate Querer

Déjate Querer

Hay un trocito,
Una mijita en los ojos,
Que hace colgar fuera,
Donde el aire da vueltas,
Hasta empalagar,

Hay paladar de niño de barrio,
De boca sucia y lengua suelta,
Hay pared teñida de barro,
Del invierno de agua seca,
Hay pies en techos de mimbre,
En los platos de espuertas de nada,
Hay lleno donde el vacío descansa,
Tu mírate la cara,

Mira y no se cae el muy cabron,
La cicatriz de un malabar, sincero de cuerda rota,
A ver quien coño te mando tallar verdades,
De los gemidos de este sol decapitao,
Y recular pal frente es mas difícil sin pies,
Siguen meando en el empedrao,
Eslomao pa arremeter por un vomito de flores,
Acordar acurrucar siempre la misma mano,
Quemar la cuna de antaño,
Tirar palante pase lo que pase,
Que lo peor, que lo peor,
El ansia de querer abortar los lametazos,

Déjate, déjate, déjate querer... BIS

Hay sudor,
De quemar los ojos,
Que denota el reventar,
El trabajar las canas,
El despertar,

Hay rendija pa ver el cabreo mejor,
El de las heridas curadas a sal,
Hay tiras de piel en almohadas,
Donde no duerme ni dios,
Hay alas no pa volar son pa reír,
No huir sino quemar futuro,
Hay hogueras por descuido,
Colgao no olvides el calor,

Mira y no se cae el muy cabron,
La cicatriz de un malabar, sincero de cuerda rota,
A ver quien coño te mando tallar verdades,
De los gemidos de este sol decapitao,
Y recular pal frente es mas difícil sin pies,
Siguen meando en el empedrao,
Eslomao pa arremeter por un vomito de flores,
Acordar acurrucar siempre la misma mano,
Quemar la cuna de antaño,
Tirar palante pase lo que pase,
Que lo peor, que lo peor,
El ansia de querer abortar los lametazos,

Let Yourself Be Loved

There's a tiny bit,
A speck in your eyes,
That makes you stare out,
Where the air swirls,
Until it makes you sick,

There's the palate of a street urchin,
With a dirty mouth and loose tongue,
There's a wall stained with mud,
From a winter of dry water,
There are feet on willow ceilings,
In the plates of nothingness,
There's fullness where emptiness rests,
Look at your face,

Look and it doesn't fall, the bastard,
The scar of a juggler, sincere with a broken string,
Let's see who the hell sent you to carve out truths,
From the groans of this decapitated sun,
And retreating to the front is more difficult without feet,
They keep pissing on the pavement,
Bowed down to lash out at a vomit of flowers,
Agree to always cuddle the same hand,
Burn the cradle of the past,
Keep going no matter what,
For the worst, the worst,
The anxiety of wanting to abort the love bites,

Let yourself, let yourself, let yourself be loved... TWICE

There's sweat,
From burning your eyes,
That shows the explosion,
The working of the gray hairs,
The awakening,

There's a crack to see the anger better,
The one from the wounds healed with salt,
There are strips of skin on pillows,
Where even God doesn't sleep,
There are wings not to fly but to laugh,
Not to flee but to burn the future,
There are bonfires by neglect,
Hanged man, don't forget the heat,

Look and it doesn't fall, the bastard,
The scar of a juggler, sincere with a broken string,
Let's see who the hell sent you to carve out truths,
From the groans of this decapitated sun,
And retreating to the front is more difficult without feet,
They keep pissing on the pavement,
Bowed down to lash out at a vomit of flowers,
Agree to always cuddle the same hand,
Burn the cradle of the past,
Keep going no matter what,
For the worst, the worst,
The anxiety of wanting to abort the love bites,