Текст и перевод песни Capitán Cobarde - Capitán cobarde

Capitán cobarde

Es la pálida muestra,
Que alargando mi sombra,
Me declaras maldito
Me reduces la historia.
Me creía que eran gaviotas y son buitres
Y azotando de las nucas las esencias
Van, jugando con mi pan, jugando con mi pan
Que si el barco se hundiera
Yo sería el capitán
Y éste no es mi barco, y yo no soy de nadie,
Tampoco sé nadar
Me dedico a soplar niebla
Que los bichos están ahí
Que prometen almohadas
Te las dan por las dos caras
Que te juzgan con la boca
Desangrá, de no latir
Rechacé de carne las calculadoras
Analógico es el pulso que me mueve
Y sé que van, jugando con mi pan, jugando con mi pan.
A lo lejos veo tierra
Signos inconfundibles
Otra vez sobrevuelan
No sé si serán aves fénix o buitres
Rondaré otra vez por pútridos pasillos
Anclarán de nuevo mi hábito en el lodo
Irán jugando con mi pan, jugando con mi pan
Que si el barco se hundiera
Yo sería el capitán
Y éste no es mi barco
Y yo no soy de nadie,
Tampoco sé nadar
Me dedico a soplar niebla
Que los bichos están ahí
Te prometen almohadas
Te las dan por las dos caras
Que te juzgan con la boca
Desangrá, de no latir.
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Cowardly Captain

It's the pale show,
That as it lengthens my shadow,
Declares me a cursed man
It reduces me to history.
I thought they were seagulls, but they're vultures,
And lashing the essence from the back of the necks,
They play with my bread, they play with my bread.
If the ship were to sink,
I would be the captain.
And this is not my ship, and I belong to no one,
I also don't know how to swim.
I blow fog
The bugs are there
They promise you pillows,
They give them to you with two faces.
Those who judge you with their mouths
Bleed to death from not beating.
I rejected calculators as flesh
Analog is the pulse that moves me
And I know that they play with my bread, they play with my bread.
In the distance I see land,
Unmistakable signs.
Once again they fly overhead,
I don't know if they are phoenixes or vultures.
I'll prowl once again through fetid corridors,
My habit will once again be anchored in the mud.
They'll play with my bread, they'll play with my bread.
If the ship were to sink,
I would be the captain.
And this is not my ship,
And I don't belong to anybody,
I don't know how to swim either.
I blow fog
The bugs are there,
They promise you pillows,
They give them to you with two faces.
Those who judge you with their mouths,
Bleed to death from not beating.
I blow fogla la la la la la la la...