Текст и перевод песни Aitana - Arde

Arde

Es ese lugar, donde la verdad
Es un abrazo hueco, un disfraz
Imagina ser un viejo rehén
Un lienzo olvidado en la pared
Y no, no queréis, no lo veis
Arde, arde, que arda bien
El cuento del esclavo y su rey
Arde, arde, que vuelva a arder
¿Quién pierde la memoria por placer?
No vas a caer, soy hija también
No hay raza en el pecho ni en la piel
Callada por nacer, la historia de Babel
Soy la vergüenza de tu tiro a su clavel
¿Será que no, no queréis, no lo veis?
Arde, arde, que arda bien
El cuento del esclavo y su rey
Ooh, arde, arde, que vuelva a arder
¿Quién pierde la memoria por placer?
Y no hay hogar si no, si no hay calma
No hay hogar, si no
Y si no arde, arde
El cuento del esclavo y su rey
Oh, arde
¿Quién pierde la memoria por placer?
El lienzo olvidado en la pared

Burn

It is that place where the truth,
Is an empty hug, a disguise,
Imagine being an old hostage,
A canvas forgotten on the wall.
And no, you don't want to, you don't see it,
Burn, burn, burn well,
The tale of the slave and his king.
Burn, burn, burn again,
Who loses their memory for pleasure?
You are not going to fall, I am a daughter too,
There is no race in the chest or in the skin,
Silenced by birth, the story of Babel,
I am the shame of your shot at its carnation.
Could it be that you don't, you don't want to, you don't see it?
Burn, burn, burn well,
The tale of the slave and his king.
Ooh, burn, burn, burn again,
Who loses their memory for pleasure?
And there is no home if there is no, if there is no peace,
There is no home, if not,
And if it does not burn, burn
The tale of the slave and his king.
Oh, burn,
Who loses their memory for pleasure?
The canvas forgotten on the wall.