Paroles et traduction Lágrimas De Sangre feat. Glaukoma - Aire Pur

Aire Pur

Si vols sentir-la plena aquesta vida que ara estimes
I les lleis que t'envolten no les trobes còmodes
La policia interna que et goberna haurà d'aprendre
Millor deixar-se entendre, cuidat, ja ho veuràs!

Toca obrir-se, com la primavera pot obrir la flor,
Al seu ritme, defugint la por
L'ostracisme és el signe d'un estigma,
Pel sisme destructiu quan el refugi es veu com el nou niu insígnia.

Però una ment amb cicatrius, dins un cos normatiu
Vol que ploris, que valoris si et sents fort i encara ets viu
La merda que hi ha fora no et deixa escoltar-te dintre
I l'esperit d'infant sensible no té fam ni es sent pas lliure

A un cor fort l'almoina de l'amo l'amoïna,
Ja no vol més molles vol trencar les estovalles
I sentir de nou com brollen pessigolles
A cada glop que baixa a poc a poc de cop i et remou les entranyes

I jo sóc qui vull ser?, els anuncis són com bombes
Se t'enfonsa el cos i et cou i de la guerra neixen traumes,
Però a través d'esquerdes podrem fer, espais comuns afins
D'autoconstrucció massiva d'esperances.

Ja arriba la vida que somies,
Que en sortir del tedi els únics límits siguin propis i assumibles,
La cultura et lliga
Només amb pau al cau, quan et plau, rau la clau per fer la lluita plausible

No t'equivoquis, he vist repetit mil cops el teu soliloqui.
No siguis tòtil, aqui no s'acaba mai el bròquil.
I així fins que el cap t'exploti, necessito aire.

Som ànimes ingràvides, càlides i emotives,
Recloïdes en presons de repressió, freda i cognitiva,
Niu d'estigmes, viu d'estimes i allibera la pressió
Que imposa el món de la foscor, amiga, si vols ser lliure.

La mirada sobreviurà digne amb el seu prisma,
Travessant una finestra fixada en l'entorn feréstec
Qque deprecia tota vida premia el verí
De la deriva destructiva i al poeta defenestra.

Aquí fem patir al metge tot per fer paté del fetge
Tens un cotxe i un rellotge però vols viure pressa,
I ho vius amb el silenci de qui sap que s'equivoca
I s'equipara amb altres, que tampoc obren la boca.

Un cap dur com un roca, un mar de prejudicis
Dins del pit des de l'inici d'una vida que s'esgota,
I com fer front a tal derrota? si quan te'n dones compte
Dus errors en el sarró i el cronòmetre corre en contra,

Contra un cor que es vol corrompre, un món que ho facilita,
No hi ha lloc pel plora mica si l'amic ja no t'escolta,
La veritat no es diu a mitges, es diu com una bomba,
És com un mort arrepentit un esperit que sempre torna,

I vola per sobre teu mentre el ventre el tempta amb merdes,
Excuses i caretes, vivències sense reptes,
Més dies en silenci, i emocions reprimides,
Vull polir-me com un nen, si, però van passant els dies.

Però van passant i no t'equivoquis,
He vist repetit mil cops el teu soliloqui.
No siguis tòtil,
Aqui no s'acaba mai el bròquil.
I així fins que el cap t'exploti,
Necessito aire pur, no em falta temps,
Em falta aire per respirar en aquest ball.
I aixi fins que el verd broti i tirem d'amor propi

Normala da kareta jantzita ibili beharra,
Denok dauzkeu mamu ta beldurrak barra-barra.
Nik iparra bi gitarra ta mikro batekin aurkitzet,
Gutako bakoitzak dauke bere izarra.
Polizi ta militarrak, gure burun dabiltzanak,
Akatu gabeko ikarak adorea gelditzen.
Ezetzak agintzen, baietzak amiltzen,
Artaldetik at ez geatzeko martingalak.

Inor ez da normala, baño danak hala nahi,
Modelo izan nahien gaztek uzteie jateai.
Aplikatzen diou errealitateai, ai!
Desikasten hasi hai.
Ta ni rebai, sinistu ezin pelikula,
Ezin aske sentitu preso gaudela dakigula.
Batu partidura! Hartu partitura!
Joggo bonito treballant amb la paraula.
Estetikan diktadura estetikatik hautsi,
Estetatik idatziz eztet bestetik ikasi.
Wanna be free, yeah! Wanna be free!
Disney eta Hollywood akatzetik hasi.
Selektak, MCk, graffiterok, dantzarik,
Danak antza dik, gure janak gantza dik ta gatza nik.
No creemos en un mundo hecho en croma,
No más Lágrimas de Sangre en ojos con Glaukoma

I van passan els dies
Pero van passan els dies
Estan passan els dies
Van pero van passan els dies
Estan passan els dies
Van pero van passan els dies

Però van passant i no t'equivoquis,
He vist repetit mil cops el teu soliloqui.
No siguis tòtil,
Aqui no s'acaba mai el bròquil.
I així fins que el cap t'exploti,
Necessito aire pur, no em falta temps,
Em falta aire per respirar en aquest ball.
I encara que això et sobti, necessito aire pur,
No em falta temps,
Em falta aire quan estic ballant amb tu.
I aixi fins que el verd broti i tirem d'amor propi,
No t'equivoquis, he vist repetit mil cops el teu soliloqui.
No siguis tòtil, aqui no s'acaba mai el bròquil.
I així fins que el cap t'exploti, necessito aire

Pure Air

If you want to feel this life that you now cherish to the fullest
And the laws that surround you are not comfortable
The internal police that govern you will have to learn
Better to make yourself understood, be careful, you'll see!

It's time to open up, like spring can open the flower,
At its own pace, escaping fear
Ostracism is the sign of a stigma,
For the destructive earthquake when the refuge is seen as the new nest insignia.

But a mind with scars, inside a normative body
Wants you to cry, to value if you feel strong and you are still alive
The shit that is out there doesn't let you listen to yourself inside
And the spirit of a sensitive child is not hungry nor does it feel free

A strong heart is annoyed by the master's alms,
It doesn't want crumbs anymore it wants to break the cloths
And feel again how goosebumps bubble
With each gulp that goes down little by little and removes your worries

And I am who I want to be?, ads are like bombs
Your body sinks and burns, and traumas are born from war,
But through cracks we can make, common spaces alike
Of massive self-construction of hopes.

The life you dream of is coming,
That when you leave boredom the only limits are your own and acceptable,
Culture binds you
Only with peace in the den, when you please, lies the key to make the fight plausible

Don't get me wrong, I've seen your soliloquy repeated a thousand times.
Don't be silly, broccoli never ends here.
And so on until your head explodes, I need air.

We are weightless, warm and emotional souls,
Locked up in prisons of repression, cold and cognitive,
Nest of stigmas, live of love and release the pressure
That the world of darkness imposes, my friend, if you want to be free.

The gaze will survive with dignity with its prism,
Crossing a window fixed on the wild environment
That depreciates all life rewards the truth
Of destructive drift and poet's defenestration.

Here we make the doctor suffer all to make liver pate
You have a car and a watch but you want to live in a hurry,
And you live it with the silence of someone who knows he is wrong
And equates himself with others who don't open their mouths either.

A head as hard as a rock, a sea of prejudices
Inside the chest from the beginning of a life that runs out,
And how to face such a defeat? if when you realize it
You carry errors in the sack and the timer runs against,

Against a heart that wants to be corrupted, a world that makes it easier,
There is no place to cry a little if the friend no longer listens to you,
The truth is not told by halves, it is said like a bomb,
It is like a dead man repentant a spirit that always returns,

And flies over you while the belly tempts him with shit,
Excuses and masks, experiences without challenges,
More days in silence, and repressed emotions,
I want to polish myself like a child, yes, but the days go by.

But they are passing and don't be mistaken,
I have seen your soliloquy repeated a thousand times.
Don't be silly,
Broccoli never ends here.
And so on until your head explodes,
I need pure air, I don't lack time,
I lack air to breathe in this dance.
And so on until the green sprouts and we pull self-love

Normal is having to wear a mask,
We all have ghosts and fears galore.
I find the north with two guitars and a microphone,
Each drop has its own star.
The police and the military, those who are in our heads,
Incomplete fears stop courage.
Nos command, yeses fall in love,
Martingales so that we don't leave the herd.

Nobody is normal, but everyone wants to be,
Young people who want to be models stop eating.
I apply it to reality, ouch!
Start unlearning them.
And I repeat, unbelievable movie,
We can't feel free knowing we're prisoners.
Join the score! Take the score!
Joggo bonito working with the word.
Break the dictatorship of aesthetics from aesthetics,
Writing from aesthetics I haven't learned anything else.
Wanna be free, yeah! Wanna be free!
Start by finishing off Disney and Hollywood.
Selectahs, MCs, graffiti artists, dancers,
We all have a look, our food has a look and I have salt.
We don't believe in a world made in chroma,
No more Tears of Blood in eyes with Glaucoma

And the days go by
But the days go by
The days are passing
They go but the days go by
The days are passing
They go but the days go by

But they are passing and don't be mistaken,
I have seen your soliloquy repeated a thousand times.
Don't be silly,
Broccoli never ends here.
And so on until your head explodes,
I need pure air, I don't lack time,
I lack air to breathe in this dance.
And even if this overwhelms you, I need pure air,
I don't lack time,
I lack air when I'm dancing with you.
And so on until the green sprouts and we pull self-love,
Don't get me wrong, I've seen your soliloquy repeated a thousand times.
Don't be silly, broccoli never ends here.
And so on until your head explodes, I need air