Paroles et traduction Napoleon - Señor de Edad

Señor de Edad

Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀ sᴜ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ

Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ sɪ ᴇʟ ʀɪᴏ
ᴄᴀɴᴛᴀʙᴀ ᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇʀ
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Eʟ ʀɪᴏ ʏᴀ ɴᴏ ᴄᴀɴᴛᴀ

ʏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇ ᴘᴏʀ ᴇʟ
Dᴇsᴘᴇʀᴅɪᴄɪᴏ ɪɴᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ
ᴇɴ ʟᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴇ ᴛʀᴇs

Vᴏᴍɪᴛᴏ ᴅᴇ ғᴀʙʀɪᴄᴀs
Sᴇ ʜᴀɴ ᴠᴀᴄɪᴀᴅᴏ ᴇɴ ᴇʟ
Y sᴇ ᴍᴜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟ ᴀʀʙᴏʟ
ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ғɪᴇʟ

Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀɴ sᴜs ᴛɪᴇᴍᴘᴏs
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ

Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ sɪ ᴀᴄᴀsᴏ
ᴇxɪsᴛɪᴀ ʟᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀᴅ
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Lᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀᴅ ᴇs ᴀʟɢᴏ
ᴅᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ

Hᴀʏ ɢᴇɴᴛᴇs ϙᴜᴇ ᴍɪᴇɴᴛᴇɴ
ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴜʀᴀʀ
Eʟ ᴘᴜᴇsᴛᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴏᴄᴜᴘᴀ'ɴ
ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴅᴇsᴀɴɢʀᴀʀ
Lᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀᴅ ᴇs ᴀʟɢᴏ
ϙᴜᴇ ɴᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇ ʏᴀ

Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀɴ sᴜs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇs
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ

Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ sɪ ᴇʟ ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏ
Sᴏɴʀᴇɪᴀ ᴀ ᴀʟᴛᴀʀ
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Hᴀʏ ᴀʟɢᴜɴᴏs ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏs
ᴅᴏɴᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ʀᴀᴢᴏɴ

Vᴇʀ sᴀɴɢʀᴇ ᴇɴ ʟᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇ
ᴇs ʟᴀ sᴏʟᴜᴄɪᴏɴ

Dᴇ ᴜɴɪғᴏʀᴍᴇ
ʏ ᴀʀᴍᴀs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴅᴇᴛᴇɴᴇʀ
Lᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴀʟɢᴜɴᴏs ᴘɪᴅᴇɴ
ʟʟᴇɴᴏs ᴅᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏ'ɴ

Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴏs
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ

Sɪ ᴄʀᴇᴄɪᴀ ᴇʟ ᴛʀɪɢᴏ
ʟɪʙʀᴇ ʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏsᴀʟ
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ

Hᴀʏ ᴀʟɢᴜɴᴏs ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴏs
ᴘʟᴀɴᴛᴀᴅᴏs ᴅᴇ sᴇᴅ

Hᴀɴ ᴄᴀʙᴀᴅᴏ ᴛᴜᴍʙᴀs
ᴘᴀʀᴀ ʜᴏᴍʙʀᴇs ᴅᴇ ғᴇ
Hᴀɴ sᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴅᴏ ᴄʀᴜᴄᴇs

ᴘᴀʀᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢᴇʀ
Cᴏᴄᴇᴄʜᴀs ᴅᴇ ʜᴜᴇsᴏs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇsᴇ

Y ᴇs ᴛʀɪsᴛᴇ
ɴᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴇ sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Qᴜᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ᴇsᴛᴏ ᴘᴀsᴇ
Sɪɴ sᴀʙᴇʀ ᴘᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ

Nᴏ sᴇ ᴘᴏɴɢᴀ ᴛʀɪsᴛᴇ
ɴᴏ ʟʟᴏʀᴇ sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ
Nᴏ ʟʟᴏʀᴇ sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ

Hᴀʏ ϙᴜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛᴇ ϙᴜᴇ ʙᴜsᴄᴀ
ᴜɴ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ ᴍᴇᴊᴏʀ

Hᴀʏ ɢᴇɴᴛᴇ ϙᴜᴇ ʟᴜᴄʜᴀ
ᴘᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇxɪsᴛᴀ ᴀᴍᴏʀ
Hᴀʏ ᴜɴᴀ ᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴢᴀ

ʏ ᴜɴ ɢʀᴀɴ ᴄᴏʀᴀᴢᴏɴ
Lᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴘʀᴇsᴜʀᴀᴅᴏ
ᴘᴏʀ ᴜɴᴀ ɪʟᴜᴄɪᴏ'ɴ

Elderly Man

Tell me,
Elderly man
What was your world like?
Come on, tell me

Tell me if the river
Sang as it flowed
Because today, you know
The river no longer sings

And it flows through
Waste that's filthy
Instead of the three

Vomit from factories
Has been emptied into it
And the tree dies
Of the faithful shadow

Tell me,
Elderly man
What were your times like?
Come on, tell me

Tell me if perhaps
Truth existed
Because today, you know
Truth is something
Of coincidence

There are people who lie
To try to find
The position they occupy
To bleed out
Truth is something
That no longer exists

Tell me,
Elderly man
What were your streets like
Come on, tell me

Tell me if the town
Smiled at the altar
Because today, you know
There are some towns
Where reason

Seeing blood in the street
Is the solution

In uniform
And with weapons to stop
What some are asking for
Full of reason

Tell me,
Elderly man
What were your fields like?
Come on, tell me

If the wheat grew
Free and colossal
Because today, you know

There are some fields
Planted with thirst

They've dug graves
For men of faith
They've planted crosses

To gather
Harvests of bones, just imagine

And it's sad
Don't you think, elderly man
That all this should happen
Without knowing why

Don't be sad
Don't you cry, sir
Don't you cry, sir

There are people who seek
A better world

There are people who fight
For love to exist
There is hope

And a great heart
Beats quickly
For an illusion