Paroles et traduction Melendi - Quítate las Gafas

Quítate las Gafas

En los vértices del tiempo, donde muere la razón
Deberíamos amarnos, pero, no
Preferimos pelearnos, por no mezclar los colores
Clases, credos, pensamientos, religiones
Qué me importa a quién le rezas
O qué santos te bendicen
Yo tan sólo veo las flores
No, el color de sus raíces
Hoy, el cielo, en mi lucha, es quitarme para siempre
Esas gafas que se usan para convertir en gente
A cada persona que ves
Si decido llamar raro al diferente
Es porque no me quiero ver
No haré caso al pensamiento, me limitaré a escuchar
Todos sus sucios intentos de juzgarte
Todas sus quejas e insultos, las convertiré en indultos
Simplemente, porque no son realidad
Qué me importa a quién le rezas
O qué santos te bendicen
Yo tan sólo veo las flores
No, el color de sus raíces
Hoy, el cielo, en mi lucha, es quitarme para siempre
Esas gafas que se usan para convertir en gente
A cada persona que ves
Si decido llamar raro al diferente
Es porque no me quiero ver
Mi enemigo sólo y simplemente es
El que no me deja ni reconocer
Que, tras la cortina de humo ve consumo sideral
No se puede ver en plano cenital
Qué me importa a quién le rezas
O qué santos te bendicen
Yo tan sólo veo las flores
No el color de sus raíces (No, oh)
Hoy, el cielo, en mi lucha, es quitarme para siempre
Esas gafas que se usan para convertir en gente
A cada persona que ves
Si decido llamar raro al diferente
Es porque no me quiero ver

Take Off Your Glasses

At the vertices of time, where reason dies
We should love each other, but we don't
We prefer to fight, not to mix colors
Classes, creeds, thoughts, religions
What do I care who you pray to
Or what saints bless you
I only see the flowers
Not the color of their roots
Today, the sky is my battle, to finally take off
The glasses that people use to turn each person you see
Into just another person
If I decide to call the different one strange
It's because I don't want to see myself
I will not listen to my thoughts, I will just listen
To all their dirty attempts to judge you
All their complaints and insults, I will turn into pardons
Simply because they are not real
What do I care who you pray to
Or what saints bless you
I only see the flowers
Not the color of their roots
Today, the sky is my battle, to finally take off
The glasses that people use to turn each person you see
Into just another person
If I decide to call the different one strange
It's because I don't want to see myself
My only and true enemy is
The one who won't even let me acknowledge
That behind the smoke screen is sideral consumption
You can't see from a top-down view
What do I care who you pray to
Or what saints bless you
I only see the flowers
Not the color of their roots (No, oh)
Today, the sky is my battle, to finally take off
The glasses that people use to turn each person you see
Into just another person
If I decide to call the different one strange
It's because I don't want to see myself