Текст песни и перевод на английский Rafa Pons - Imposible

Imposible

Era todo tan imposible
Que resultaba muy sencillo ser, felices
Yo pretendía definirte, tú te afilabas los colmillos en
Mis cicatrices

Empeñados en perder
El miedo, la razón, la fé
Nos atrajimos

Ninguno supo adivinar
Esa manera de escapar
Era el destino
Y quién nos iba a decir
Que íbamos a seguir vivos
Que todo iba a fluir, mejor al resistir, unidos
Que bizca que es la pasión
Que caprichoso el instinto
Resultó que al final, mi individualidad, era mejor contigo
Cómo algo tan irracional
Tenía tanto sentido

No creo en el amor civilizado, basado en buenas intenciones
Las pieles fluyen mejor en el barro,
El deseo lubrica los corazones, Heridos mejor

Y quién nos iba a decir
Que íbamos a seguir vivos
Que todo iba a fluir, mejor al resistir, unidos
Que bizca que es la pasión
Que caprichoso el instinto
Resultó que al final, mi individualidad, era mejor contigo

Y es que nos asusta la igualdad
Aterra el universo
Contigo me voy alistar, en la guerra del sexo

Y quién nos iba a decir
Que íbamos a seguir vivos
Que todo iba a fluir, mejor al resistir, unidos
Que bizca que es la pasión
Que caprichoso el instinto
Resultó que al final, mi individualidad, era mejor contigo

Como algo tan irracional
Tenía tanto sentido

Impossible

It was all so impossible
That it was very easy to be, happy
I tried to define you, you sharpened your fangs in
My scars

Determined to lose
The fear, the reason, the faith
We attracted each other

Neither of us knew how to guess
That way of escaping
It was destiny
And who would have told us
That we would still be alive
That everything would flow, better by resisting, together
How cross-eyed passion is
How capricious instinct is
It turned out that in the end, my individuality, was better with you
How something so irrational
Made so much sense

I don't believe in civilized love, based on good intentions
Skins flow better in the mud
Desire lubricates the hearts, Wounded better

And who would have told us
That we would still be alive
That everything would flow, better by resisting, together
How cross-eyed passion is
How capricious instinct is
It turned out that in the end, my individuality, was better with you

And the truth is that equality scares us
The universe terrifies us
With you I will enlist, in the war of the sexes

And who would have told us
That we would still be alive
That everything would flow, better by resisting, together
How cross-eyed passion is
How capricious instinct is
It turned out that in the end, my individuality, was better with you

As something so irrational
Made so much sense