Paroles et traduction Iratxo - No Me da la Gana

No Me da la Gana

No me da la gana de cerrar la ventana, pa que no entre la luz y puedan salir las hadas,
Los garabatos de la pared cobraran vida, morderán las verjas y las persianas cada linda mañana,
Se columpia la guillotina solo por haber que pilla,
Solo vio mi sonrisa que quiso acabar con vida,
Se alio al balcón donde tiendo los restos,
Con la escalera que sube a un cielo que de nada entiende,
De una paja de la luna, nació el poeta que antepone,
La tinta a la sangre y el sueño al hambre,
Y de una falda que que pario todos los te quieros aprendi a querer,
El querer y no poder, y el saltar contra el suelo,
Ahora ya se, que no se mas que adoquin, que aprende de los pies que pasan por mi acera,
Ya ni vomito mi pecho al suelo que me quedo vacio y después que te llevo,
Ahora ya se, lo que pasaba con el tiempo, se equivoco el libro y el sabio,
Me revuelco y en enseño los dientes a la pared pero me guardo la boca con la que robo los besos,
Y no me da la gana, de esperar sentado, que ya me he mojado que ya me da igual,
Rebusco en los cajones de los que me trage las llaves y amarro la conciencia que en el fondo me apesta,
Y no me da la gana de mirar de mirar pa otro lao,
Cuando se que los pies que pasan me rompen la cara,
No se marchitan los gritos y el eco,
La promesa de todos los sueños se acercarse a mi alcoba,
No me da la gana de escribir cordura, de adornar insultos, de adorar ni cielo ni bandera,
Y no me da la gana de caer de pie, de soñar solo dormido, de querer lo que no es mio, de ponerles buena cara

I Don't Feel Like

I don't feel like closing the window so that the light doesn't come in and the fairies can't come out,
The doodles on the wall will come to life, they'll bite the bars and the blinds every beautiful morning,
The guillotine swings just to see what happens,
She only saw my smile and she wanted to end my life,
She allied herself with the balcony where I hang the leftovers,
With the ladder that goes up to a sky that knows nothing,
From a straw of the moon, the poet who puts
The ink to the blood and the dream to the hunger, was born,
And from a skirt that gave birth to all the I love yous I learned to love,
To want and not to be able, and to jump on the floor,
Now I know that I'm just a cobblestone, learning from the feet that pass by on my sidewalk,
I no longer vomit my chest to the ground, I remain empty and then I take you with me,
Now I know what was happening with time, the book and the sage were wrong,
I roll around and show my teeth to the wall but I keep the mouth with which I steal the kisses,
And I don't feel like waiting, I'm already wet, I don't care,
I rummage through the drawers of those whose keys I've swallowed and I tie up the conscience that stinks me in the end,
And I don't feel like looking, looking the other way,
When I know that the feet that pass by break my face,
The screams and the echo don't fade away,
The promise of all dreams is to approach my bedroom,
I don't feel like writing sanity, decorating insults, adoring neither heaven nor flag,
And I don't feel like falling on my feet, dreaming only when asleep, wanting what's not mine, putting on a good face