Paroles et traduction Xhuzer - El Chico Invisible

El Chico Invisible

Ese soy yo, me llaman "Chico Invisible"
Soy algo así como una pintura en lienzo
De apariencia dura aunque de corazón sensible
Siempre callado, nunca digo lo que pienso

Donde me paro paso desapercibido
Cualquier saludo no siempre es bien recibido
Caminando dejando cada huella al olvido
Besando lunas y en la mano un cigarrillo

¿Así crecí?, no sé, ¿Así me hicieron?
¿Seré feliz?, ninguna respuesta encuentro
Desde que recuerdo he estado alejado del resto
No porque quiera sino porque yo no puedo

Estar cerca de alguien a quien yo no ponga tenso
Con la mirada pálida volando por el viento
Intento relacionarme, créeme, juro que lo intento
Pero todos me evaden como si estuviera muerto

Nadie me entiende cuando me miran llorando
Piensan que es un intento de atención estar buscando
Pero no... nadie puede saber lo que estoy pasando
Sólo pasan de largo como si debieran algo

No les pido nada, solamente una sonrisa
En lugar de algún rechazo que me haga sentirme raro
Un "¿Cómo estás?" mi tiempo lo paraliza
Me hace notar que para alguien algo valgo

Quizá poco o casi nada, aunque mira no lo sé
Siempre he sido un chico raro en quien nadie tiene fe
Desde que estaba pequeño solo tú me podías ver
Ni un amigo imaginario nunca pude conocer

Siempre arrinconado solitario cual desierto
Siempre más listo, siempre menos contento
¿Es que no entiendes que nunca fui como el resto?
Si fuera competencia nadie me quitaba el puesto

De estar abandonado, en eso soy número uno
Al final de la fila, solo en cada desayuno
Me llaman loco, esquizo e inoportuno
Desamparado, ermitaño, vagabundo

Todo sinónimo de "solo" va a quedarme
Soledad tiene voz, escucha, sabe rapearte
Nunca sabrás qué es estar bajo mis carnes
Si con dificultad sólo te atreves a mirarme

"Chico fantasma" de la mirada triste
"Chico fantasma" de corazón de alpiste
"Chico fantasma" no ríe ni con chistes
Algo está mal pero a nadie se lo dice

"El Chico solitario" del barrio lo llaman todos
"Chico solitario" un raro cantando solo
"Chico solitario" con sueños bajo cerrojo
Con esos ojos rojos por llorar y no por moto

Al "Chico invisible", lo miran y no lo ven
"Chico invisible", sin nadie al igual que ayer
"Chico invisible", tatuajes bajo la piel
Seguro que esto es lo único que no puede perder

Y no porque sea tinta que en su piel lleva grabada
Hablo de cicatrices que llegan y no se marchan
Esas que se quedan en pecho y bajo la almohada
Una caja de pino sabe que es lo que le aguarda

The Invisible Boy

That's me, they call me "Invisible Boy"
I'm something like a painting on canvas
Hard in appearance although sensitive at heart
Always quiet, I never say what I think

Wherever I stand, I go unnoticed
Any greeting is not always well received
Walking leaving every footprint to oblivion
Kissing moons and in my hand a cigarette

Did I grow up like this? I don't know. Did they make me this way?
Will I be happy? I can't find any answer
As far back as I can remember I have been away from the rest
Not because I want to, but because I can't

Be close to someone I don't make tense
With a pale gaze flying in the wind
I try to relate, believe me, I swear I try
But everyone avoids me as if I were dead

Nobody understands me when they see me crying
They think it's an attempt to seek attention
But no... nobody can know what I'm going through
They just walk by as if they owe something

I don't ask for anything, just a smile
Instead of some rejection that makes me feel weird
A "How are you?" my time paralyzes
It makes me notice that I am worth something to someone

Maybe little or almost nothing, although look I don't know
I've always been a weird kid that nobody has faith in
Since I was little only you could see me
I could never even meet an imaginary friend

Always cornered, lonely like a desert
Always smarter, always less happy
Don't you understand that I was never like the rest?
If it were a competition, nobody would take my place

Being abandoned, I'm number one at that
At the end of the line, alone at every breakfast
They call me crazy, schizo and untimely
Homeless, hermit, vagabond

Every synonym for "alone" is going to stick with me
Loneliness has a voice, listen, it knows how to rap you
You'll never know what it's like to be under my skin
If you only dare to look at me with difficulty

"Ghost Boy" with the sad look
"Ghost Boy" with a heart of birdseed
"Ghost Boy" doesn't laugh even with jokes
Something is wrong but he doesn't tell anyone

"The Lonely Boy" from the neighborhood everyone calls him
"Lonely Boy" a weirdo singing alone
"Lonely Boy" with dreams under lock and key
With those red eyes from crying and not from motorcycle

The "Invisible Boy", they look at him and don't see him
"Invisible Boy", without anyone just like yesterday
"Invisible Boy", tattoos under his skin
Surely this is the only thing he can't lose

And not because it is ink that is engraved on his skin
I'm talking about scars that come and don't leave
Those that stay on the chest and under the pillow
A pine box knows what awaits it