Paroles et traduction Sweet Pain - Domus Pauperum

Domus Pauperum

Siente lo externo como una amenaza, introspectivo entre masas.
Niño ¿qué pasa?.
Siembra paciencia y la puerta abierta que entre alegria a la casa.
Fractaliza enfoques,
Lentes de plasma y la puerta abierta que entre alegría a la casa.
Que mi musa es el viento y se viste
Con las hojas que su presencia realza. You

Fuera vistieron de oro, por dentro no vieron ni el pomo.
Dijeron cultiva tu karma y se bueno con todo.
En un mundo de corderos el lobo está solo.
Díselo niño, en un mundo de corderos el lobo está solo, y
No sé qué me llena más, si
El beneficio de la amistad, o el apetito de curtirnos el lomo.

Capto el contacto y lo marco en atril
Despacho otro cacho y lo engancho al botín.
Desde los 15 años andamos así, black money bitch, black money bitch.

El sol que siempre brilló ansiando apagarse para observar su sombra.
Pareciera que quisiera comprender su esencia en antónimos de su forma.
Es tanto talento dentro pa acabar siempre sometiéndolo a reforma.
Me siento con el vacío del pianista
Sordo al contemplar sus propias obras.

Solo era un niño creando un mundo
Interno para poder escapar del hastío.
Hoy siente claustrofobia en la
Propia jaula que lleva forjando desde crío.
Contaban antiguas leyendas que su pena tenía por lenguaje un río y
Yo, yo me retrato en el aire para darme forma a su libre albedrío.

Contaban antiguas leyendas que su pena tenía por lenguaje un río y
Yo, yo me retrato en el aire para darme forma a su libre albedrío.
Pobre niño que creció y ya no sabe escapar del hastío, si
Ente claustrofobia en la propia jaula
Que lleva forjando desde que era crio y no.

Que nada es como aparenta, cambia el enfoque, el contraste se mezcla.
El pájaro que se separó de la bandada
Porque vivía enamorado de las cometas.

Quería moldear su interior con la forma que percibía
En esas nubes, sentirse abstracto le hacía tan libre.
Tú déjame que me nuble, tú déjame que me nuble, que
Sentirme abstracto me hacía tan libre,
Normal que quiera moldear su interior
Con la forma que percibía en esas nubes.

Yo sé lo que estar tirao noche tras noche en un banco de la
Street, sin tener nada bueno que dar ni nada bueno que recibir.
Si de verdad hubieras llevado esa vida,
No vacilarías de haber estado así, no vacilarias de haber estado así.
Niño sácame de aquí.

Siente lo externo como una amenaza, introspectivo entre masas.
Niño ¿qué pasa?.
Siembra paciencia y la puerta abierta que entre alegria a la casa.
Fractaliza enfoques,
Lentes de plasma y la puerta abierta que entre alegria a la casa.
Que mi musa es el viento y se viste
Con las hojas que su presencia realza.

Domus Pauperum

I feel threatened by the outside world, and introspective among the masses.
Hey baby, what's wrong?
Sow patience and open the door so that joy may enter the house.
Fractally focused,
Plasma lenses and the open door through which joy enters the house.
My muse is the wind, and she's dressed in
Leaves that her presence enhances. You

Outwardly they were dressed in gold, but within they never even saw the doorknob.
They said, cultivate your karma and be good to everyone.
In a world of sheep, the wolf is alone.
Tell him, my dear, in a world of sheep, the wolf is alone, and
I don't know what fills me more,
The benefits of friendship, or the desire to work hard.

I make the contact and mark it on the lectern
I send another piece and hook it to the loot.
Since we were 15, we've been like this, black money bitch, black money bitch.

The sun that always shone, longing to turn out its light so that it could observe its shadow.
It's as if it wanted to understand its essence in the antonyms of its form.
There's so much talent within that we always end up reforming it.
I feel like the empty pianist
Who is deaf when contemplating his own compositions.

I was just a child creating a world
Within so that I could escape from the boredom.
Today I feel claustrophobic in the
Very cage that I have been building since I was a child.
Ancient legends tell of a man whose pain spoke in the language of a river, and
I, I paint myself in the air to give myself shape through his free will.

Ancient legends tell of a man whose pain spoke in the language of a river, and
I, I paint myself in the air to give myself shape through his free will.
Poor child, who grew up and no longer knows how to escape the boredom, if
In claustrophobic entity in the very cage
That he has been building since he was a child and not.

That nothing is as it seems, change your approach, the contrast mixes.
The bird that separated from the flock
Because he was in love with kites.

He wanted to mold his interior with the shape that he perceived
In those clouds, feeling abstract made him so free.
Let me go cloudy, let me go cloudy, that
Feeling abstract made me so free,
Of course I want to mold my interior
With the shape that I perceived in those clouds.

I know what it's like to be thrown out night after night on a bench in the
Street, with nothing good to give or nothing good to receive.
If you had really lived that life,
You wouldn't hesitate to have been like that, you wouldn't hesitate to have been like that.
Baby, get me out of here.

I feel threatened by the outside world, and introspective among the masses.
Hey baby, what's wrong?
Sow patience and open the door so that joy may enter the house.
Fractally focused,
Plasma lenses and the open door through which joy enters the house.
My muse is the wind, and she's dressed in
Leaves that her presence enhances.