Текст и перевод песни Ana Tijoux - El Rey Solo

El Rey Solo

El rey esta solo en su agidez
El rey esta solo sentado con timidez
Es una jaula de monos, todos esperan
Y todos quieren el trono
Aqui el trono bastado por años de codicia
De mårmol gerårquico y de madera egoista
De apellidos pomposos, se ve la disciplina
Del rol que nunca quiso, governar siempre fue un espina
Espina que para todos es una ofrenda
Flor dolorosa, apretada sin rienda
El rey se siente solo pero nadie lo ve
El velo escondido, pues nadie sabe que el
Todo lo mira y que el tan solo espera ver
Quien sera el que tira la primera piedra
Tantos monos en una sola jaula
Tantos primates esperando al que el rey se caiga
El rey esta solo, solo divagando
Recordando cercanos que le daban la mano
Cercanos que luego afilaron los dientes
Tragaron el tiempo y se hicieron aucentes
El rey esta solo, solo con corona
Na sin forma añeja y amorfa
Aplacada de poder, y empolvada de girs
Opacan en sus entranas, y de podrida matriz
Nunca se vio presa, y la verdad menos
Para sentirte arodiado de animales perversos
Que solo querian codicia y que alimentar un ego
Que nunca sasciarian porque el cariño era ciego
El rey habla solo con soledad y nobleza
Se hico demente en un palacio de tristeza
Sopresa, que vista una capa tejida en locura
Trastorno majestuoso y en la calle susurra
Yo soy el rey callejero
Yo soy el lucido, los locos son el resto
Tanta majestad hipnotizada al piso
Tantos olvidados y rostos perdidos
Tantos anonimos es que sueñan como ninos
Que nunca se sintieron como dos en este limbo
Tantas piedras historias y arrugas
Tantas paginas de un libro sin lecturas
Mientras el solo se levanta y nos dice
Yo soy el cuerdo ustedes han enloquesido, ido, ido, ido

El Rey Solo

The king is alone in his power
The king is alone sitting with shyness
It's a monkey cage, everyone is waiting
And everyone wants the throne
Here the throne has been spoiled by years of greed
Of hierarchical marble and selfish wood
Of pompous surnames, one can see the discipline
Of the role he never wanted, governing has always been a thorn
A thorn that is an offering to all
A painful flower, squeezed without reins
The king feels alone but nobody sees it
The hidden veil, because nobody knows that he
Watches everything and that he only waits to see
Who will be the one to throw the first stone
So many monkeys in one cage
So many primates waiting for the king to fall
The king is alone, just rambling
Remembering loved ones who gave him a hand
Loved ones who later sharpened their teeth
They swallowed time and became absent
The king is alone, alone with a crown
An old and amorphous form
Placated with power, and powdered with fame
They obscure themselves in their entrails, and from a rotten womb
A prey was never seen, and the truth even less
To feel surrounded by perverse animals
Who only wanted greed and to feed an ego
That would never be satiated because affection was blind
The king speaks alone with loneliness and nobility
He has gone crazy in a palace of sadness
Surprise, that he wears a cape woven in madness
A majestic disorder and in the street he whispers
I am the street king
I am the lucid one, the crazy ones are the rest
So much majesty hypnotized to the ground
So many forgotten and lost faces
So many anonymous people who dream like children
Who never felt like two in this limbo
So many stories and wrinkles in stone
So many pages of a book without readings
While he alone stands up and tells us
I am sane, you have gone crazy, gone, gone, gone