Paroles et traduction JPelirrojo - A quien bien pudiese interesar

A quien bien pudiese interesar

Un catorce de noviembre de no hace mucho tiempo
Una dama tuvo a un niño después de un concierto
Colorado su pelo, rosada su cara
Nació sano y llorón a media jornada
Fueron largas madrugadas, incansables lloros
Tan pequeño y ya tan cansino como pocos
Un buen día decidió dejar de respirar
Como si supiese que ese mundo no era su lugar
Ingresó en el hospital, le enchufaron maquinas
Y allí tiró pa'lante hasta no necesitarlas
Volvió a llorar con ganas, más seguro de si mismo
El bebé creció y con el tiempo se hizo niño
Revoltoso y peleón, no como su hermana mayor
Y pronto él también se hizo hermano mayor
Otro bebé, poca cosa, llegó a su casa
El niño felizmente entre sus brazos lo acunaba
Se notaba, tenía una gran corazón
Pero de su madre heredó la sensación
De no encajar, de saber y no entender
Sentía cosas raras que no se podían ver

Hay cosas y cosas, es difícil explicar
Historias e historias que no se pueden contar
No todo el mundo es capaz de escuchar, ah
Va para quien bien pueda interesar
Hay cosas y cosas, es difícil explicar
Historias e historias que no se pueden contar
No todo el mundo es capaz de escuchar, ah
Va para quien bien pueda interesar

El niño hablaba, aunque a veces sin palabra
Hasta tardía edad se meaba en la cama
No podía estar a oscuras, no podía estar a solas
Especialmente allí notaba raras cosas
Su padre no ayudaba, tenía mano dura
Su madre vivía su propia amargura
El caía en locura, nadie le escuchaba
¿Cómo podía ser que nadie lo notara?
Tenía un don que no pidió y aunque él estaba cuerdo
Más de un psicólogo quedó en su recuerdo
Es triste tener miedo y no saber a qué
Por que entonces jamás podrás enfrentarte a él
Tener miedo al miedo te hace pensar
Cuando eres consciente de tu vida en ponerla un final
Conocer el infinito y conocer la nada
Puede hacer que una mente quede magullada
No pasa nada, su madre le consolaba
Mientras un Jesusito en la mano le doblaba
Funcionaba por la noche pero durante el día
Solo era feliz cuando su mente evadía

Hay cosas y cosas, es difícil explicar
Historias e historias que no se pueden contar
No todo el mundo es capaz de escuchar, ah
Va para quien bien pueda interesar
Hay cosas y cosas, es difícil explicar
Historias e historias que no se pueden contar
No todo el mundo es capaz de escuchar, ah
Va para quien bien pueda interesar

Siguió creciendo y se hizo adolescente
Allá donde fuese no encajaba con la gente
Pero con el tiempo encontró una salida
El miedo no estaba si lo ahogaba en bebida
Chicas, drogas, delitos, dinero
Se sentía uno más y no pensaba en su miedo
El tiempo pasaba, las cosas no iban bien en casa
Pensó que en su vida no había nada
Un día por Malasaña su vida cambió
Encontró a una chica distinta que le ayudó
Le dio un motivo para cambiar su rumbo
Así lo hizo y así se derrumbó
Ya que le abandonó y volvió a notar
Esas cosas raras que le acechaban sin cesar
Dejó de estudiar, casi de pensar
Dormía a todas horas para no tener que estar
Se obligo a encontrar un motivo distinto
Algo que estuviese hasta el final de su camino
Abrazó a las melodías y forzó las sonrisas
Abrió las alas y buscó los buenos días

Hay cosas y cosas, es difícil explicar
Historias e historias que no se pueden contar
No todo el mundo es capaz de escuchar, ah
Va para quien bien pueda interesar
Hay cosas y cosas, es difícil explicar
Historias e historias que no se pueden contar
No todo el mundo es capaz de escuchar, ah
Va para quien bien pueda interesar.

To Whom It May Concern

One November 14th, not so long ago
A lady had a child after a concert
Red his hair, pink his face
He was born healthy and crying at midday
There were long early mornings, tireless cries
So small and already so tiring, like few others
One day he decided to stop breathing
As if he knew that this world was not his place
He was admitted to the hospital, they plugged him into machines
And there he pushed forward until he didn't need them
He started crying again with gusto, more sure of himself
The baby grew up and over time became a child
Rebellious and a fighter, not like his older sister
And soon he too became an older brother
Another baby, a small thing, arrived at his house
The child happily cradled him in his arms
It showed, he had a big heart
But from his mother, he inherited the feeling
Of not fitting in, of knowing and not understanding
He felt strange things that could not be seen

There are things and things, it's hard to explain
Stories and stories that cannot be told
Not everyone is able to listen, ah
This is for those it may concern
There are things and things, it's hard to explain
Stories and stories that cannot be told
Not everyone is able to listen, ah
This is for those it may concern

The boy spoke, although sometimes without words
Until late age, he wet the bed
He couldn't be in the dark, he couldn't be alone
Especially there, he noticed strange things
His father didn't help, he had a heavy hand
His mother was living her own bitterness
He fell into madness, nobody listened to him
How could it be that nobody noticed?
He had a gift he didn't ask for, and although he was sane
More than one psychologist remained in his memory
It's sad to be afraid and not know what of
Because then you can never face it
To be afraid of fear makes you think
When you are aware of your life, about ending it
To know infinity and to know nothingness
Can leave a mind bruised
It's okay, his mother comforted him
While a little Jesus in his hand doubled over
It worked at night, but during the day
He was only happy when his mind was escaping

There are things and things, it's hard to explain
Stories and stories that cannot be told
Not everyone is able to listen, ah
This is for those it may concern
There are things and things, it's hard to explain
Stories and stories that cannot be told
Not everyone is able to listen, ah
This is for those it may concern

He continued growing and became a teenager
Wherever he went, he didn't fit in with people
But over time he found a way out
The fear wasn't there if he drowned it in drink
Girls, drugs, crimes, money
He felt like one of the crowd and didn't think about his fear
Time passed, things weren't going well at home
He thought there was nothing in his life
One day in Malasaña his life changed
He met a different girl who helped him
She gave him a reason to change his course
So he did, and so he crumbled
Because she left him and he noticed again
Those strange things that haunted him incessantly
He stopped studying, almost stopped thinking
He slept all day so he wouldn't have to be
He forced himself to find a different motive
Something that would last until the end of his road
He embraced melodies and forced smiles
He spread his wings and looked for good mornings

There are things and things, it's hard to explain
Stories and stories that cannot be told
Not everyone is able to listen, ah
This is for those it may concern
There are things and things, it's hard to explain
Stories and stories that cannot be told
Not everyone is able to listen, ah
This is for those it may concern.