Текст и перевод песни Ali Aka Mind - Nostalgia

Nostalgia

No sé que pasa
En realidad no sé qué pasa

No sé qué pasa
El sentimiento regresó
Y la coraza
Nuevamente se ablandó
No sé qué pasa
Tal vez es la melodía
O la city que aunque hace calor
Me parece fría

No sé si en la otra vida fui un frustrado poeta
O tal vez fui un atleta que no conoció la meta
No entiendo el motivo de tanta melancolía
Melancolía que no esquivo y no conozco aunque es muy mía

Tal vez es un plan de alguien en la lejanía
Que juega con el ying yang y hoy me puso esta energía
Energía pa' pintar de mal mis días felices
Energía pa' pintar con sal estas cicatrices

A veces siento
Que es un premio ser del gremio y en otras me siento
Como un bohemio abstemio
Como derrochando ingenio
Como emborrachando un genio
Y en otras cansado y abrumado por culpa del tedio

Y la disfruto no hay remedio
La disfruto aunque me sienta diminuto y un esclavo de un imperio
La disfruto no hay remedio
Yo la disfruto porque ya probé su fruto y ahora nuestro amor es serio

Vete
Pero regresa
Yo buscaré una excusa para sentarte en mi mesa
En mi mente confusa quiero ver tu sutileza
Siempre serás la musa que comprende mi tristeza (Bis)

Nostalgia

I don't know what's happening
I really don't know what's happening

I don't know what's happening
The feeling came back
And the fortress
Softened again
I don't know what's happening
Perhaps it's the melody
Or the city which although warm
Seems cold to me

I don't know if in a past life I was a frustrated poet
Or perhaps I was an athlete who didn't reach the finish line
I don't understand the reason for so much melancholy
Melancholy that I don't avoid and don't know, although it's fully mine

Perhaps it's a plan of someone in the distance
Who plays with the ying yang and today gave me this energy
Energy to paint my happy days with grey
Energy to sprinkle salt on these scars

Sometimes I feel
That it's a prize to be part of the club, but at other times I feel
Like an abstemious bohemian
Like squandering talent
Like getting a genius drunk
And at other times tired and overwhelmed by boredom

And I revel in it, there's no cure
I revel in it even though I feel tiny and a slave to an empire
I revel in it, there's no cure
I revel in it because I've already tasted its fruit and now our love is serious

Go away
But come back
I'll find an excuse to have you at my table
In my confused mind I want to see your subtlety
You'll always be the muse who understands my sadness (Bis)