Paroles et traduction Txarango - Alegre i Encantada

Alegre i Encantada

He buscat mil i un tresors de plaça en plaça,
He negociat amb el rellotge a cada passa.
He vessat llàgrimes dolces quasi per tot arreu
I he ballat amb cada lluna i he vist pondre′s la veu.
El record sota la pell ha fet trinxera
I el teu cos ara té forma de cançó.
I quan dormo el meu somni és presó i tu ets presonera.
I quan bufa l'aire cau la maledicció.
Assalta′m com la nit a les teulades,
Arrencam el desig a mossegades.
Vine a dormir amb mi alegre i encantada
Assalta'm com la nit a les teulades.
He vist com pateix la vida i com s'ensorra.
He vist com entre els teus dits el tems s′escorre.
A cada passa que es camina una petjada s′endevina,
Rere una altra que s'esborra, com un dibuix la sorra.
Ets tan efímera, jo tan esquerp,
Que ha fugit la primavera en un sol dia
I ara enyoro aquella nit que em passejava pel teu cos
Quan érem dos en un sol crit de rebel·lia.
I no descansa.
Caminant del neguit n′he fet matança.
El teu cos ara és cançó i el vent és dansa.
Se l'emporta ben lluny per buscar-te
On cada viatge renova l′esperança.
Santa vida que mai no descansa.

Joyful and Bewitched

I have sought a thousand and one treasures from square to square,
I have negotiated with the clock with every step.
I have shed sweet tears almost everywhere
And I have danced with every moon and have seen the sunset of the voice.
The memory under the skin has made a trench,
And your body now has the shape of a song.
And when I sleep my dream is a prison and you are a prisoner.
And when the wind blows, the curse falls.
Assault me like the night on the rooftops,
We tear desire to shreds.
Come to sleep with me, joyful and enchanted,
Assault me like the night on the rooftops.
I have seen how life suffers and how it crumbles.
I have seen how time slips through your fingers.
With each step we take a footprint is guessed,
Behind another that is erased, like a drawing in the sand.
You are so ephemeral, I am so rugged,
That spring has fled in a single day,
And now I long for that night that I walked through your body,
When we were two in a single cry of rebellion.
And it does not rest.
Walking the anxiety I have made a massacre.
Your body is now a song and the wind is a dance.
It takes him far away to find you,
Where every journey renews the hope.
Holy life that never rests.