Текст и перевод песни Ana Tijoux - Avaricia

Avaricia

Tengo una pena, grande es mi pena
Que habita en mi memoria
Y recorre mis venas
Esa pena, una condena
Sensible a la injusticia
Seductora avaricia es
Oohooh yeaah

Por momentos siento que nada
Contra una marea interminable
De desconsistencia, eso bien la vida lo sabe todo
Me parece estar costando el doble

Y todo me parece mas complejo
Un tupido panorama se avecina
En lo que llaman estos tiempos modernos
Pagar para vivir, vivir para soñar

Soñar para sentir, sentir para no morir
En el mero intento de querer dejar una huella
En esta historia sin un nombre el hombre

Debe afrontar su peor miedo
El de tener que enfrentarse a otro hombre
Como cuando y donde
Las preguntas siguen vivas, y la llama sigue encendida

Relaciones humanas como caja de sorpresas
En casa ves lo que te toca
Parte dulce o parte espesa
Parte dulce o parte espesa

Tengo una pena, grande es mi pena
Habita en mi memoria y recorre mis venas
Esa pena, una condena
Sensible a la injusticia
Seductora avaricia es

Esa es mi pena, maldita pena
Por los que buscan el oro
Olvidando sus tesoros
Es alma en pena, cruzas las ceras
Gritos de un mundo silente
Donde no hay primavera si

En un domingo amargo
El pasar de las horas me está matando
Ándate y no vuelvas que te estaré esperando
Mientras suena el teléfono de ves en cuando yo sé
Que nada es para siempre
Y una pena que muerde fuerte
Esa pena que la razón no entiende
Porque no la tiene y que al ver la pierde

Atormenta el descuido, la sombra asustado se da por vencido
La vida sencilla cristalina encucrilla
Entre la víbora esquina
La muerte de esa fila con punta de vida
Esa soledad depresiva, suicida
Oportunidades perdidas por todo aquello
Que Dios ya no mira

Relaciones humanas
Cajas de sorpresas
Parte dulce o parte espesa
Parte dulce o parte espesa

Tengo una pena, grande es mi pena
Habita en mi memoria y recorre mis venas
Esa pena, una condena
Sensible a la injusticia
Seductora avaricia es

Esa es mi pena, maldita pena
Por los que buscan el oro
Olvidando sus tesoros
Es alma en pena, cruzas las ceras
Gritos de un mundo silente
Donde no hay primavera si

Greed

I have a sorrow, great is my sorrow
That dwells in my memory
And runs through my veins
That sentence, a conviction
Sensitive to injustice
Seductive greed is
Oohooh yeaah

At times I feel that nothing
Against an endless tide
Of inconsistency, that well life knows everything
It seems to me to be costing twice as much

And everything seems more complex to me
A dense panorama is looming
In what are called these Moderna times
Pay to live, live to dream

To dream to feel, to feel so as not to die
In the mere attempt to want to leave a mark
In this story without a name the man

He must face his worst fear
The one about having to face another man
As when and where
The questions are still alive, and the flame is still burning

Human relationships as a box of surprises
At home you see what you get
Sweet part or thick part
Sweet part or thick part

I have a sorrow, great is my sorrow
It lives in my memory and runs through my veins
That sentence, a conviction
Sensitive to injustice
Seductive greed is

That's my pity, damn pity
For those who are looking for the gold
Forgetting his treasures
It's soul in sorrow, you cross the waxes
Screams of a silent world
Where there is no spring if

On a bitter Sunday
The passing of the hours is killing me
Go away and don't come back, I'll be waiting for you
While the phone rings from time to time I know
That nothing is forever
And a pity that bites hard
That sorrow that reason does not understand
Because he doesn't have it and when he sees it he loses it

Torments the carelessness, the frightened shadow gives up
The simple life crystal clear encucrilla
Between the viper corner
The death of that life-spiked row
That depressive, suicidal loneliness
Missed opportunities because of all that
That God is no longer looking

Human relations
Boxes of surprises
Sweet part or thick part
Sweet part or thick part

I have a sorrow, great is my sorrow
It lives in my memory and runs through my veins
That sentence, a conviction
Sensitive to injustice
Seductive greed is

That's my pity, damn pity
For those who are looking for the gold
Forgetting his treasures
It's soul in sorrow, you cross the waxes
Screams of a silent world
Where there is no spring if