Paroles et traduction Zenit - Ellla

Ellla

Ella, era una chica normal, con un trabajo normal
Una familia normal de un barrio normal.
Que quería lo normal para su vida, un futuro normal
Que en el sueño de cualquier persona anida.
Hasta que aprende a volar y desaparece.
Maldito día invernal en el que bajo un manto de estrellas congeladas
Que alguien bajo del cielo en el suelo su alma ya se desvanece.
Todo empezó a tornarse gris mucho tiempo atrás
Cuando Satanás en la piel de aquel chaval
Paso a formar parte por desgracia de su día a día mas,
No se conformo con fastidiar la relación que les unía
No, no le basto su inexistente paciencia sin motivos se gasto
Y como no tuvo que demostrar su hombría
Castigando cuerpo y mente a la mujer que le quería
Ella, se sentía culpable por tener en la cabeza
Ese recuerdo ya imborrable que inundaba de tristeza
La riqueza de su ser,
Por no poder retroceder hasta ese ayer
En el que la dureza con la que el la maltrataba aun no existía,
En el que era una niña todavía
Que no tenia por que conocer,
No la angustia que te angustia
Dejaría su alegría tras perder la sonrisa
El amor propio y poder
Mirarse en un espejo para ver su bello rostro y volver
A sentirse guapa, defender a espada y capa
Su espacio vital aun a costa de caer en un abismo violento
Su integridad moral aun a riesgo de perecer en ese mismo intento
Aun asi lo estuvo haciendo hasta saber
Que de momento tanto mal al final la iba a vencer,

Ella era una diosa para dioses,
Ella era una musa de poetas
Ella era la luna de mis noches
Era ella la que conseguía que alcanzara metas
Ella era el motivo de mi lucha
Ella era mi utopía mi quimera
Era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha
La primera cosa en la que pensaba cada dia era ella

Estaba hundida, sumida en un conflicto mental
Tal que el opaco cristal a través del cual
Observaba su vida le impedía contemplar
Sus opciones de futuro, averiguar cual seria el camino menos duro
Para superar ese infranqueable muro
Por el cual trepar desde lo mas profundo de ese odioso pozo oscuro
En el que la tristeza la sumía
Hasta la superficie de ese mundo que asumía
Alumbrado por un soleado día que veía
Sin poder luchar anclada en la agonía
Y sin casi darse cuenta se vio envuelta en una manta blanca y fría
Que traia mas problemas
Que la aislaba de los demás
Y que hacia los enigmas que en el pasado adornaron su piel
Fueran solo dulce miel
Comparados con los que esa hielen
Su mente dejo grabados como emblemas.
Intento ahogar sus penas en alcohol
Noches de fiesta que unían una puesta con otra puesta de sol,
Creía tener el control pero solo la mente, su mente respondía
Si recibía diariamente la dosis que le volvía
A sumergir en ese frasco de formol
Que la mantenía en esa vía con atasco y la destruía
Decidió tirarlo todo a la basura
Y arreglarlo por la vía rápida
Pues la única cura requería una fuerza de voluntad
Que ella ya no tendría que reunir
Si permitía su alma partir
Para que su cuerpo pudiese dormir
Por siempre bajo una lapida
Esa decisión no era la valida
Pero que era casi imposible superarlo era verdad

Ella era una diosa para dioses,
Ella era una musa de poetas
Ella era la luna de mis noches
Era ella la que conseguía que alcanzara metas
Ella era el motivo de mi lucha
Ella era mi utopía mi quimera
Era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha
La primera cosa en la que pensaba cada día era ella

Estuvo muy cerca de desaparecer
Cayo y nadie confió en que pudiera volver
A levantarse por su propio pie
Y caminar sin depender de eso que su vida complica
Tirar pa lante y defender que reponerse explica
Lo fácil que es caer y lo difícil que es hacer a ese desierto florecer
Cuando ha muerto el placer de tener to lo ser una chica feliz implica
La llegada de un ángel alado, la salvación pronostica
Para ella tener de nuevo un amigo al lado
Ha provocado que su estado emocional haya cambiado
Hasta su estética, que su visión de la vida tan patética
Se haya tornado en un alegre visionado
De todas las esencias que su mente ha sacado
De todas las vivencias que en su piel ha disfrutado
Y así recoger recuerdos del pasado
Y sin casi revolver lo malo ya olvidado
Con pasión de volver lo bueno que le han quitado
En cada ocasión en la que podría empezar a crecer
Para nunca mas caer en el querer equivocado
Antes de perder el contacto con aquel
Gracias al que sonrisas vacías de
Ilusiones y alegrías había recuperado
Y así paso la relación ya se acabo
Incluso el contacto se perdió
Este ángel sin saber por que vio
Como de repente su amor se desvaneció
Un cielo gris y nublado de nuevo apareció
Mientras el reflejo de su luz en la distancia permaneció
Y del dulce aroma de su fragancia
Impregnado en cada estancia nació esta canción

Ella

Ella, she was a normal girl, with a normal job
A normal family from a normal neighborhood.
Who wanted the normal for her life, a normal future
That nests in the dream of any person.
Until she learns to fly and disappears.
Damn winter day in which under a blanket of frozen stars
Someone who came down from the sky, their soul already fading on the ground.
Everything started to turn gray a long time ago
When Satan in the skin of that boy
Unfortunately became part of her daily life,
He was not satisfied with bothering the relationship that united them
No, his non-existent patience was not enough, it was spent without reason
And since he didn't have to prove his manhood
Punishing body and mind to the woman who loved him
Ella, she felt guilty for having in her head
That already indelible memory that flooded with sadness
The richness of her being,
For not being able to go back to that yesterday
In which the harshness with which he mistreated her did not yet exist,
In which she was still a child
Who didn't have to know,
Not the anguish that distresses you
She would leave her joy after losing her smile
Self-love and power
To look in a mirror to see her beautiful face and come back
To feel beautiful again, to defend with sword and cape
Her vital space even at the cost of falling into a violent abyss
Her moral integrity even at the risk of perishing in that same attempt
Even so, she was doing it until she knew
That for the moment so much evil would eventually defeat her,

She was a goddess for gods,
She was a muse of poets
She was the moon of my nights
She was the one who made me reach goals
She was the reason for my fight
She was my utopia, my chimera
She was the reason why people listen to me now
The first thing I thought about every day was her

She was sunk, immersed in a mental conflict
Such that the opaque glass through which
She observed her life prevented her from contemplating
Her future options, figuring out which would be the least hard path
To overcome that insurmountable wall
To climb from the depths of that hateful dark well
In which sadness plunged her
To the surface of that world she assumed
Lit by a sunny day that she saw
Unable to fight, anchored in agony
And without almost realizing it, she found herself wrapped in a cold white blanket
That brought more problems
That isolated her from others
And that made the enigmas that adorned her skin in the past
Just sweet honey
Compared to those that that ice
Her mind left engraved as emblems.
She tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol
Party nights that joined one sunset with another sunset,
She thought she was in control but only her mind, her mind responded
If she received daily the dose that brought her back
To submerge in that jar of formalin
That kept her on that road with a traffic jam and destroyed her
She decided to throw everything away
And fix it the quick way
Well, the only cure required a willpower
That she would no longer have to gather
If she allowed her soul to depart
So that her body could sleep
Forever under a tombstone
That decision was not valid
But that it was almost impossible to overcome it was true

She was a goddess for gods,
She was a muse of poets
She was the moon of my nights
She was the one who made me reach goals
She was the reason for my fight
She was my utopia, my chimera
She was the reason why people listen to me now
The first thing I thought about every day was her

She was very close to disappearing
She fell and nobody trusted that she could return
To get up on her own feet
And walk without depending on what complicates her life
Move forward and defend that recovering explains
How easy it is to fall and how difficult it is to make that desert bloom
When the pleasure of having everything a happy girl implies has died
The arrival of a winged angel, salvation predicts
For her to have a friend by her side again
Has caused her emotional state to change
Even her aesthetics, that her vision of life so pathetic
Has become a joyful viewing
Of all the essences that her mind has drawn
Of all the experiences that she has enjoyed on her skin
And thus collect memories of the past
And without almost stirring up the bad already forgotten
With a passion to return the good that they have taken from her
On every occasion in which she could start to grow
To never again fall into the wrong love
Before losing contact with that one
Thanks to whom empty smiles of
Illusions and joys had recovered
And so the relationship passed, it's over
Even the contact was lost
This angel without knowing why he saw
How suddenly his love vanished
A gray and cloudy sky appeared again
While the reflection of its light remained in the distance
And from the sweet aroma of its fragrance
Impregnated in every room this song was born