Paroles et traduction La Vela Puerca - Su Ración

Su Ración

El abrazo de hoy no le dio fuerza
Y ahora está rezongando su vil condición
Solo quiere tener la recompensa
Y seguir abrazando la falsa emoción

El espejo la encuentra, dando vueltas
"Que si voy, que no voy y qué pienso de mí"
El impulso le dura hasta la puerta
¡Qué difícil bajar y poder sonreír!

Se lastima pensando que de eso ya se escapó
Que nunca va a volver
Que todo fue un error
Y añorando evadirse, coloca su destrucción
Sobre una mesa cruel
Que esboza rendición

Un amigo, no amigo, vive cerca
Y la tienta, sabiendo, que no hay corazón
Una hoja le sirve de cometa
Y se va, destrozando las nubes y el sol

Si hoy la vieras rozando un atisbo de lucidez
Habría que festejar
(O arrancarle la piel)
Caminar por la cuerda de todo le sienta bien
No quiere despertar
Y así se va a romper

Su camino está lleno de sus piedras
(Cada vez cuesta más, apartarlas de ahí)
Una chance la agarra de las piernas
Y secando el sudor, hoy la ayuda a subir

Una risa se cuela por donde nunca pensó
Y se promete dar
Lo que nunca se dio
Aunque sigue volando despacio, va a ser mejor
Poder aterrizar
Sin perder el control

Ella esconde en su costal, todo lo que no vivió
La certeza de lo más tibio que soñó
Y se acerca hasta sentir que todo lo puede hacer
Aunque eso signifique volver a nacer

Her Ration

Today's hug didn't give her strength
And now she's complaining about her vile condition
She just wants to have the reward
And keep embracing the false emotion

The mirror finds her, going around in circles
"Should I go, should I not go, and what do I think of myself?"
Her impulse lasts until the door
How difficult it is to go down and be able to smile!

She hurts herself thinking that she's already escaped
That she's never going back
That it was all a mistake
And longing to escape, she places her destruction
On a cruel table
That sketches surrender

A friend, not a friend, lives nearby
And tempts her, knowing that there's no heart
A leaf serves her as a kite
And away she goes, shattering the clouds and the sun

If today you saw her brushing against a glimmer of lucidity
We should celebrate
(Or tear her skin off)
Walking the tightrope of everything suits her well
She doesn't want to wake up
And that's how she's going to break

Her path is full of her stones
(Each time it costs her more to move them aside)
A chance grabs her by the legs
And wiping the sweat, today it helps her rise

A laugh sneaks in through where she never thought it would
And she promises to give
What she never gave
Even though she keeps flying slowly, it's going to be better
Being able to land
Without losing control

She hides in her sack, everything she's never lived
The certainty of the most heartwarming thing she's ever dreamed of
And she comes close to feeling that she can do anything
Even if it means being born again