Текст песни и перевод на английский Distancias - Margen

Margen

Todo lo que nos rodea,
Tiene su motivo y punto.
Hasta el cielo que me aplasta,
Que me enrolla en los arbustos.

Lo que no tiene razones,
Son los negros corazones.
Que la venden demoliendo,
Todos nuestros horizontes.

Seca el norte las mineras,
Seco el sur las forestales.
Si la tierra fuera el aire,
Llenarían sus pulmones.

Es el ciclo que te aplasta,
De los ricos que nos matan.
Si el agua fuera hierba,
Quemarían hasta su alba.

Nuestras grietas hoy tienen su curso,
El progreso es solo un discurso.
Cada cosa hoy tiene su cauce,
Y sé que la codicia no entiende ese margen.

Nuestras grietas hoy tienen su curso,
El progreso es solo un discurso.
Cada cosa hoy tiene su cauce,
Y sé que la codicia no entiende ese margen.

Margin

Everything that surrounds us, my love,
Has its reason and its point.
Even the sky that crushes me, dear,
That tangles me in the bushes.

What has no reason, sweetheart,
Are the black hearts, you see.
That sell it by demolishing, my dear,
All our horizons, for me and thee.

The mines dry the north, my love,
The forestry dries the south.
If the earth were air, dear,
They would fill their lungs, no doubt.

It's the cycle that crushes you, sweetheart,
Of the rich who kill us all.
If water were grass, my dear,
They would burn it until its dawn's fall.

Our cracks today have their course, my love,
Progress is just a discourse.
Everything today has its channel, dear,
And I know greed doesn't understand that margin, my dear.

Our cracks today have their course, my love,
Progress is just a discourse.
Everything today has its channel, dear,
And I know greed doesn't understand that margin, my dear.