Paroles et traduction La Vela Puerca - Baco

Baco

Abrió la puerta de su casa se paró a mirar
Qué lindo día para respirar
En la parada del olvido no quiso frenar
Siguió derecho, se puso a fumar

A la deriva sin saber dónde quiere llegar
Se le cruzó la imagen de ese bar
Y despacito la distancia se empezó a achicar
Con una birra fría junto al mar

Se dedicó pensativo a soñar
A recordar quien ha sido
A desafiar un futuro brutal
Con una mano delante y otra detrás

El pueblo estaba casi nada y decidió seguir
Corazonadas de su porvenir
La plaza entera romería comenzó a reunir
Abajo y los excesos de vivir

Y en una esquina lo vieron aullar
A su luna sin sentido
Doy mi cabeza que sabe pelear
Con una mano delante y otra

Viene sufriendo, ¿sufriendo para qué?
Si le da igual
Pero en su mente la vida ya no está
Mientras la plaza comienza a distinguir cómo fue bien
Y los que sueñan empiezan a entender

El pueblo sabe que la plaza barre su dolor
Y Baco junto a solas del amor
Abrió la boca solo para no pedir perdón
Ahora las flores buscan su cajón

En esa esquina lo vieron aullar
A su luna sin sentido
Y la certeza que sabe pelear
Con una mano delante y otra

Sigue sufriendo, sufriendo, ¿y para qué?
Si le da igual
Pero en su mente la vida ya no está
Siempre sufriendo, ¿sufriendo para qué?
No me da igual
En nuestra plaza la vida siempre está

Y le llegó la hora
Que Baco no perdona
A aquel que lo traiciona

Bacchus

I opened the door to my house and stopped to watch
What a beautiful day to breathe
At the stop of oblivion I didn't want to stop
I continued straight, I started to smoke

Adrift without knowing where I want to get to
The image of that bar crossed my mind
And slowly the distance began to shrink
With a cold beer by the sea

I dedicated myself thoughtfully to dreaming
To remembering who I have been
To challenging a brutal future
With one hand in front and the other behind

The town was almost empty and I decided to follow
Hunches of my future
The whole square began to gather a romería
Below and the excesses of living

And on a corner they saw him howl
To his senseless moon
I give my head that knows how to fight
With one hand in front and the other

He's suffering, suffering for what?
If he doesn't care
But in his mind life is no longer
While the plaza begins to discern how it was good
And those who dream begin to understand

The town knows that the square sweeps away its pain
And Bacchus alone with love
He opened his mouth only to not ask for forgiveness
Now the flowers are looking for his drawer

On that corner they saw him howl
To his senseless moon
And the certainty that knows how to fight
With one hand in front and the other

He keeps suffering, suffering, and for what?
If he doesn't care
But in his mind life is no longer
Always suffering, suffering for what?
I do care
In our square life is always present

And his time came
That Bacchus does not forgive
To he who betrays him