Paroles et traduction Nach - Me Llaman

Me Llaman

Me llaman vida, porque resurjo en cualquier parte
Me llaman luz, me llaman paz, me llaman arte
Me llaman tiempo porque dicen que todo lo curo
Me llaman muerte, porque allí donde estés, llegaré seguro

Me llaman símbolo, me llaman traición
Aquellos que al ver mi imagen se ahogan en su frustración
Me llaman... y no pronuncian ningún nombre
Me llaman semi-dios, y se olvidan que soy un hombre

Me llaman cambio, precursor, presumido y déspota
Me llaman visionario adelantado a mi época
Me llaman agua, fuego, tierra, me llaman viento
Me llaman tormenta porque en cada aliento, libero lineas de sentimientos

Me llaman estatua, porque disfruto estando solo
Me llaman mar, porque saben que nunca me conocerán del todo
Me llaman lágrima, quizás por las lecciones que enseño
Me llaman fugitivo, porque nunca tuve dueño

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal
Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal
Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan
Me llaman, para entregarme sus halagos, su amenaza

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal
Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal
Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan
Me llaman, para entregarme sus halagos, su amenaza

Me llaman caricia porque mis palabras recorren tu piel
Me llaman pájaro, porque sé volar cuando me entrego al papel
Me llaman infiel, me llaman ingenuo, cobarde, hipócrita y maestro
Me llaman Las Vegas por lo que apuesto
Me llaman Wall Street por lo que arriesgo

Por mis abrazos me llaman oso, por mi rabia, tigre
Me llaman calle, no por peligroso, sino por impredecible
Me llaman mago, druida, amigo y guía
Me llaman inocencia perdida, por mi sabiduría

Me llaman sonrisa por lo sincero, me llaman fiero y caballero
Porque dejo que las frases siempre pasen primero
Me llaman títere, desviado, payaso
¿Supongo que soy lo que ellos deben ser acaso?

Me llaman genio y demonio, me llaman furia
Me llaman manicomio porque guardo dentro aquello que otros repudian
Me llaman agitador, provocador, polémico
Sin dinero me llaman "triste loco", con dinero "divertido excéntrico"

Me llaman hermético, me llaman virus y germen
Me llaman disparo, quizás porque nunca han podido detenerme
Me llaman pero no me vuelvo, me llaman rata, me llaman enfermo
Me llaman Manhattan porque nunca duermo
Me llaman desierto porque parezco eterno

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal
Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal
Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan
Me llaman, para entregarme sus halagos, su amenaza

Me llaman tantas cosas para bien o para mal
Hermosas o venenosas formas de hacerme inmortal
Me aman o me odian, me quieren o me rechazan
Me llaman, para entregarme sus halagos
Su amenaza

Me llaman

They call me life, because I rise again everywhere
They call me light, they call me peace, they call me art
They call me time because they say I heal everything
They call me death, because where you are, I will surely arrive

They call me symbol, they call me betrayal
Those who, upon seeing my image, drown in their frustration
They call me... and they don't utter any name
They call me demi-god, and they forget that I am a man

They call me change, forerunner, braggart and despot
They call me a visionary ahead of my time
They call me water, fire, earth, they call me wind
They call me a storm because with every breath, I unleash lines of feelings

They call me statue, because I enjoy being alone
They call me sea, because they know they will never fully know me
They call me a tear, perhaps because of the lessons I teach
They call me a fugitive, because I never had an owner

They call me so many things, good or bad
Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal
They love me or they hate me, they want me or they reject me
They call me, to give me their compliments, their threats

They call me so many things, good or bad
Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal
They love me or they hate me, they want me or they reject me
They call me, to give me their compliments, their threats

They call me a caress because my words run along your skin
They call me a bird, because I know how to fly when I give myself to the paper
They call me unfaithful, they call me naive, cowardly, hypocrite and teacher
They call me Las Vegas for what I bet
They call me Wall Street for what I risk

They call me bear for my hugs, tiger for my rage
They call me street, not because I am dangerous, but because I am unpredictable
They call me a magician, a druid, a friend and a guide
They call me lost innocence, because of my wisdom

They call me smile because of my sincerity, they call me fierce and gentleman
Because I always let the sentences go first
They call me a puppet, a deviant, a clown
I guess I am what they must be, huh?

They call me a genius and a demon, they call me fury
They call me an asylum because I keep inside what others reject
They call me an agitator, a provocateur, a polemic
Without money, they call me "sad crazy", with money, "fun eccentric"

They call me airtight, they call me germ and virus
They call me shot, perhaps because they have never been able to stop me
They call me but I don't turn around, they call me rat, they call me sick
They call me Manhattan because I never sleep
They call me desert because I seem eternal

They call me so many things, good or bad
Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal
They love me or they hate me, they want me or they reject me
They call me, to give me their compliments, their threats

They call me so many things, good or bad
Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal
They love me or they hate me, they want me or they reject me
They call me, to give me their compliments
Their threats