Paroles et traduction Iratxo - El Ombligo Del Mundo

El Ombligo Del Mundo

Yo el sembrajo en el huerto cuidado
Que creció como la mala hierba
Tú el último aliento de un grito de agonía
Que pierde la fuerza por la boca.
Yo la espalda del gato que siempre cae
Que quema mil vidas por dia.
Tú el primer deseo con el que me quedo
La primera línea de mi fuego.
Y tú la maraña sin punta que coger
Yo me entretengo de mala forma.
Y tú del ombligo a los pies
Y mi camino para recorrer,

Tú mírame, que me limpio las alas con tus lagrimitas, me echao a volar con una sonrisita de pícaro, cabrón y mal hablao,
Que no tengo miedo a caer, si estás a mi lao,
Si estás a mi lao.

Yo el que fue y nunca llegó
Por las llagas de las manos.
Tú el desplante que confirma la regla
La que nadie conoce.

Y yo el frío que quema en la piel
Que jode por no saber.
Y tú el arte del saber tener
Y el andar con los pies en la luna.

Tú mírame, que me limpio las alas con tus lagrimitas,
Me echao a volar con una sonrisita
De pícaro, cabrón y mal hablao,
Que no tengo miedo a caer,
Si estás a mi lao, si estás a mi lao,
Si estás a mi lao, si estás a mi lao,
Si estás a mi lao.

Y a pesar de todo me quedo contigo
Pa que me pintes camino.
Yo contigo tirando palante
Pateando el destino.
Yo te regalo mariposas
Y la parte de mi bosque.
Tú te meneas de sitio
Para que yo te vea.
Y tú la maraña sin punta que coger
Yo me entretengo de mala forma.
Y tú de tu ombligo a los pies
Y mi camino para recorrer.

Tú mírame, que me limpio las alas con tus lagrimitas,
Me echao a volar con una sonrisita
De pícaro, cabrón y mal hablao,
Que no tengo miedo a caer,
Si estás a mi lao, si estás a mi lao,
Si estás a mi lao, si estás a mi lao,
Si estás a mi lao.
Tú mírame.

The Navel of the World

I the seedbed in the cherished garden
That grew like weeds
You the last breath of an agonizing cry
That loses its strength through the mouth.
I the back of the cat that always falls
That burns a thousand lives a day.
You the first wish I keep to myself
The first line of my fire.
And you the unpointed tangle to pick up
I entertain myself in a bad way.
And you from navel to feet
And my path to follow,

You look at me, I clean my wings with your little tears, I take flight with a mischievous smile, a sly dog, and bad talk,
That I am not afraid to fall, if you are with me,
If you are with me.

I the one who went and never arrived
By the sores on my hands.
You the snub that confirms the rule,
The one no one knows.

And I the cold that burns the skin
That fucks you up for not knowing.
And you the art of knowing how to have
And walking with your feet on the moon.

You look at me, I clean my wings with your little tears,
I take flight with a mischievous smile
Of a sly dog, and bad talk,
That I am not afraid to fall,
If you are with me, if you are with me,
If you are with me, if you are with me,
If you are with me.

And despite everything, I stay with you
To paint the way for me.
I with you going forward
Kicking destiny.
I give you butterflies
And the part of my forest.
You move from place to place
So that I can see you.
And you the unpointed tangle to pick up
I entertain myself in a bad way.
And you from your navel to your feet
And my path to follow.

You look at me, I clean my wings with your little tears,
I take flight with a mischievous smile
Of a sly dog, and bad talk,
That I am not afraid to fall,
If you are with me, if you are with me,
If you are with me, if you are with me,
If you are with me.
You look at me