Paroles et traduction Loquillo - Central Park

Central Park

Verdes y negras espesuras parajes pelados
Río vegetal en sí mismo anudado
Entre plomizos edificios transcurre sin moverse
Y allá donde la misma luz se vuelve duda
Y la piedra quiere ser sombra
Se disipa Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

Cae el día cae el dia
La noche se enciende
Alexinsky traza un rectángulo imantado
Trampa de líneas, coral de tinta
Adentro hay una bestia caída
Dos ojos y una rabia enroscada
En Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
En Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

No hay puertas de entrada y salida
Encerrada en un anillo de luz
La bestia de hierba duerme con los ojos abiertos
La luna desentierra navajas
El agua de las sombras se ha vuelto fuego verde
En Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
En Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

No hay puertas de entrada pero todos
En mitad de la frase colgada del teléfono
De lo alto del chorro del silencio o la risa
De la jaula de vidrio, del ojo que nos mira
Todos vamos cayendo en el espejo
Es Central Park

El espejo es de piedra y la piedra ya es sombra
Hay dos ojos del color de la cólera
Un anillo de frío, un cinturón
De sangre
Hay el viento que esparce los reflejos
De Alicia desmembrada en el estanque
En Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
En Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

Abre los ojos ya estás adentro de ti mismo
En un barco de monosílabos navegas
Por el estanque espejo y desembarcas
En el muelle de cobra, es un taxi amarillo
Que te lleva al país de las llamas
A través de Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
Central Park en la noche
Don't cross Central Park at Night

Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park

Central Park

Green and black thickets, barren landscapes
Vegetal river, knotted in itself
Among leaden buildings, it flows without moving
And where the same light becomes doubt
And the stone wants to be shadow
Central Park dissipates
Don't cross Central Park at Night
Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

The day falls, the day falls
The night turns on
Alexinsky draws a magnetized rectangle
Trap of lines, coral of ink
Inside, there is a fallen beast
Two eyes and a coiled rage
In Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
In Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

There are no entrance and exit doors
Enclosed in a ring of light
The beast of grass sleeps with its eyes open
The moon unearths knives
The water of the shadows has become a green fire
In Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
In Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

There are no entrance gates, but everyone
In the middle of a phrase, hanging from the telephone
From the top of the jet of silence or laughter
From the glass cage, from the eyes that watch us
We all fall into the mirror
It is Central Park

The mirror is of stone, and the stone is now a shadow
There are two eyes the color of anger
A ring of cold, a belt
Of blood
There is the wind that scatters the reflections
Of Alice dismembered in the pond
In Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
In Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night

Open your eyes, you are already inside yourself
You sail on a boat of monosyllables
Through the mirror pond and disembark
On the cobra dock, it's a yellow cab
That takes you to the land of flames
Through Central Park
Don't cross Central Park at Night
Central Park at night
Don't cross Central Park at Night

Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park
Don't cross Central Park