Paroles et traduction Zackfourteen - Papel

Papel

Buenas noches, mucho gusto, pa contar no tengo nada interesante
Pa' que vienes?
Pa buscarme
Un viernes?
Nunca es tarde
Aquí me tienes. sueltalo nadie te juzga
Gracias y disculpa, resulta que cargo una culpa incesante
A qué se debe?
No sé, era un tipo alegre, perdí la fe en la gente.
acostumbrado a que me defrauden
Otra vez por amor?
No, eso está manejo mejor. es algo abstracto,
tengo el sabor en los labios del que vive sin arriesgarse.
es duro y cada segundo
el futuro me sabe a cárcel ¡el cáncer del errante!
No crees que exageras,
hay salud, amor, amistad, un pan sobre la mesa.
creo que solo necesitas aire
No me hallo en este paraninfo de robots que disparan gritos insípidos
por cosas que pueden comprarse mientras las pantallas
saben más de mí que mis propios padres ¿tú cómo haces?
Ves que vivo en blanco hasta que llegas
Es verdad mi breda, con alguien hay que desahogarme.
asi paso a paso, trazo a trazo, vaso a vaso
embriagando mi desahucio con placer.
otros con sangre, sacian hambre. cobardes.
pero si no hay plan ni pan, como llenar las fauces de sus ángeles.
otros cruzan la frontera buscando oportunidades
y las puertas se cierran y los prejuicios se abren.
difícil situación, agradecio' con los míos y pa lante.
tienes razón, solo necesitaba escucharme
Solo paciencia y relájese, necesitas perderte para encontrarte.

Paper

Good evening, nice to meet you, I don't have anything interesting to tell.
Why are you here?
To find me.
On a Friday?
It's never too late.
Here I am. Let it out, no one's judging you.
Thank you, and I'm sorry, it turns out I carry a relentless guilt.
What's it about?
I don't know, I used to be a cheerful guy, I lost faith in people.
Used to being let down.
Because of love again?
No, I handle that better now. It's something abstract,
I have the taste in my mouth of someone who lives without taking risks.
It's hard and every second
the future tastes like prison to me! The wanderer's cancer!
Don't you think you're exaggerating,
there's health, love, friendship, bread on the table.
I think you just need some air.
I don't belong in this auditorium of robots who shoot out insipid cries
for things they can buy while the screens
know more about me than my own parents. How do you do it?
You see, I live in white until you arrive.
It's true, my friend, I need to vent to someone.
So step by step, stroke by stroke, glass by glass
intoxicating my eviction with pleasure.
Others with blood, satiate hunger. Cowards.
But if there's no plan or bread, how to fill the jaws of their angels.
Others cross the border seeking opportunities
and the doors close and the prejudices open.
Difficult situation, grateful to be with my people and moving forward.
You're right, I just needed to hear myself.
Just be patient and relax, you need to lose yourself to find yourself.