Paroles et traduction Tulsa - Barro

Barro

En la hora crepuscular
Él agita su mano, me invita a pasar
Desconfío del brillo en sus pies
Esos pies nunca han tocado el barro

Doy media vuelta y me voy
Esto no es lo que busco, mi amor
Busco al buscador del mar sin sal
"Suerte", dice, "la necesitarás"

¿Con quién charlaré sin prisa?
¿Quién dedicará su tiempo a describir mi risa?

A tientas, te buscaré
Como buscan los escépticos una fe
Doblan las campanas por aquel
Que siempre tuvo limpios sus pies

Seguiré su rastro oscuro
Por las pieles que vaya reptando por el mundo
Y convertirá mis huracanes en dulces brisas

Seguiré al barro, allá donde esté
Me haré bosque y me perderé
En el barro que nazca a mis pies

Lo abrazaré en su vaivén
Me ensuciaré, miraré con desdén
A los que hablan de pureza

Clay

In the twilight hour,
He waves his hand at me, inviting me to come in.
I'm suspicious of the gleam on his feet,
Feet that have never touched the mud.

I turn around and leave.
This is not what I'm looking for, my love.
I'm looking for the seeker of the saltless sea,
"Good luck," he says, "you'll need it."

Who will I have unhurried conversations with?
Who will take the time to describe my laughter?

In the dark, I will look for you,
As skeptics seek faith.
The bells toll for him
Whose feet were always clean.

I will follow his dark path,
Through the skins he crawls through the world.
And he will turn my hurricanes into gentle breezes.

I will follow the clay, wherever it may be.
I will become a forest and lose myself
In the clay that is born at my feet.

I will embrace it in its ebb and flow,
I will get dirty, I will look with disdain
At those who speak of purity.