Текст и перевод песни Baghira feat. Rayden - Irusu (feat. Rayden)

Irusu (feat. Rayden)

La pena aprieta pero no ahoga,
Ella delega, ella deroga,
Te da la soga para que lo hagas tú.
Toma, paciente mira,
Nada la altera, zorra activa,
Te oprime el tórax y hace vudú.
Sola ella se basta,
Ella se viste de tus miedos,
Va de color negro y tapa la luz,
Ciego, andas a tientas, te hundes a tanto,
La pena no ahoga pero entierra
Y será tu ataud.
Lleva la cruz de la desazón,
Hasta el ocaso parece mejor,
Anda cansado, con pausa, pausado y pesado, el pasado le dobla veloz.
A veces hoz, otras atroz, siempre voraz,
Una aberración que debora el recuerdo,
Vomita nostalgia y te lo hace probar
Hasta atragantarte,
Ella tratará de atarte
Y de atacarte mientras mires atrás,
Te hará trizas, trozos, retazos de una vida,
Retratos de una herida abierta
De par en par,
Sin paz ni gloria,
Te eliminará de la faz,
De tu fe,
Y sin voz y a la vez te agarrará de la nuez y el gaznate.
Fobia e historia rebobinan en tu memoria,
La pena te enviará a la muerte del burro y la zanahoria.
Un, dos, se oye una voz,
Tres, cuatro, busca un festín
Cinco, séis, señala a quién,
Siete, ocho, viene a por ti.

Lleva toda condena, la pena,
Replican y suenan cadenas,
Como la risa hiriente de hienas con escarnio,
Un llanto en alto, un canto triste, enristra,
Ella te arrastra, entra dentro
Y hasta se enquista.
Crece a medida que temes,
Aumenta cuanto más anhelas,
Alimenta de cuentas pendientes
En sus entretelas,
Se acuesta a tu lado si duermes,
Se estira midiendo tus sueños
Y cuando se haga más grande que ellos adios, muy buenas.
Serás hereje pelele, otro títere aleja en sus tejemanejes
A su merced, pereces y caes
Al ser el sustento de peces que hay.
Se te deshojan los años,
Amigos son seres extraños,
Te deboran las entrañas, daño y saña,
(Ah, no?).
A mí no me pongan grilletes, tú vete,
No pagué para ese billete,
No grites, ni retes, no mentes
A mis parientes que no están presentes,
A los recuerdos que están más dolientes,
Si tienes huevos ponte en frente,

Afrenté que perdí la cuenta
De las veces que viniste a verme
De cerca sin poder tenerme,
Mermarme, ni yo detenerme,
Hija de perra, no me aterras,
No pararé hasta que te entierre
Con mis manos bajo tierra
Y así muerdas la miseria
De mis ganas de vivir hasta que te dejen bien muerta.

Ocho, siete, señala a quién,
Seis, cinco, busca un festín,
Cuatro, tres, se oye la voz,
Dos, uno, no será a mí.

Irusu (feat. Rayden)

Pain squeezes but doesn't drown,
She delegates, she repeals,
She gives you the rope so you can do it.
Take it, patiently watch,
Nothing bothers her, active fox,
It oppresses your chest and does voodoo.
She is enough on her own,
She dresses in your fears,
She wears black and blocks out the light,
Blind, you fumble, you sink so much,
Pain doesn't drown but it buries
And it will be your coffin.
She carries the cross of disappointment,
Even the sunset seems better,
You walk tired, with pauses, slow and heavy, the past folds you fast.
Sometimes a scythe, sometimes atrocious, always voracious,
An aberration that devours memory,
It vomits nostalgia and makes you taste it
Until you choke,
She will try to tie you up
And attack you while you look back,
She will tear you to shreds, pieces, scraps of a life,
Portraits of an open wound
Wide open,
Without peace or glory,
She will eliminate you from the face,
From your faith,
And without a voice and at the same time she will grab you by the Adam's apple and the throat.
Phobia and history rewind in your memory,
Pain will send you to the death of the donkey and the carrot.
One, two, a voice is heard,
Three, four, looking for a feast
Five, six, pointing to whom,
Seven, eight, it's coming for you.

She carries all condemnation, pain,
Chains echo and clang,
Like the hurtful laughter of hyenas with scorn,
A loud cry, a sad song, it tightens,
She drags you, enters within
And even becomes embedded.
It grows as you fear,
Increases as you long,
It feeds on unfinished business
In its intricacies,
It lies beside you if you sleep,
It stretches measuring your dreams
And when it gets bigger than them goodbye, very good.
You will be a heretic puppet, another puppet she distances in her machinations
At her mercy, you perish and fall
Being the sustenance of the fish that are there.
Your years are stripped away,
Friends are strange beings,
They devour your guts, harm and malice,
(Ah, no?).
Don't put shackles on me, you go,
I didn't pay for that ticket,
Don't yell, don't challenge, don't lie
To my relatives who aren't present,
To the memories that are most painful,
If you have the guts, face me,

I've faced so many
Of the times you came to see me
Closely without being able to have me,
Diminish me, nor can I stop myself,
You bitch, you don't scare me,
I won't stop until I bury you
With my hands under the ground
And so you bite the misery
Of my desire to live until you are left well dead.

Eight, seven, point to whom,
Six, five, look for a feast,
Four, three, you hear the voice,
Two, one, it won't be me.