Текст и перевод песни Cevlade - Confesiones de un Psicópata en la Dehesa

Confesiones de un Psicópata en la Dehesa

Nací un día cualquiera, sin que me quieran siquiera
Nunca supe quién era mi padre y mi madre con esquizofrenia
Yo tenía cinco años apenas y la pena ya era mi vida entera
No había nada que esperar sólo evadirse, irse,
Buscar morirse sin ser alguien jamás, ni desesperar
Buscar un "basta" en la pasta hasta que las más crueles castas
Me llamen con razón "lastra pa' la sociedad"

Como no había posibilidad pa' mi inteligencia
Me vi abrumado por la impotencia y mis carencias frente a la opulencia
Por tanta violencia caí a la delincuencia a muy corta edad
Mis hermanos con faldas, yo con marcas en la espalda
La travesura se hizo maldad, la maldad delito y luego crimen
Mi mente abierta a que la contaminen de nada sirve que imagine
Sentado en los ladrillos que arden buscando un orden,
Por deporte perder el norte

No había dónde expresar mi dolor, mi pesar
Ni cuadernos pa' escribir, ni blocs pa' pintar
¡Me quiero esconder!

Quieren juzgarme, colgarme ¿ah?, no voy a hincarme
Yo ya me armé, ya pasaron cinco años,
Ya olvidaron el daño, creen estar bien
Quieren juzgarme, colgarme ¿ah?, no voy a hincarme
Incomunicarme, darme condena perpetua
Tú a mí, tu amor jamás
Yo tampoco, no te alarmes

Soy el que acecha, el que anda por ahí merodeando,
Agazapado entre las sombras, oculto en lo más profundo de la noche

Todos me rechazan, pero la droga me acepta
Se opta por estar de fiesta
Yo pude haber sido grande, yo pude haber sido el mejor
Un exitoso emprendedor, hoy sólo exijo mi encendedor
Me llamaron de-lincuente, de-generado
De un trabajo nunca y tampoco me amaron
Amarraron al hombre, lo adornaron con malos calificativos
Y prejuicios malintencionados
Si a uno o dos de ustedes le hubiese tocado
No ser abogado, sino un drogado mal pagado

No hubiesen jugado ¿Quién les hubiese halagado?
Está plagado de dejados sin tejado
No me jodan por favor, hagan dormir a un bebé que bebe
¿Ve que mi deber no tiene na' que ver?
Allá será verde, aquí es gris mas no quieren saber
La verdad es que a mis 20 otra vez me atreveré a soñar con ser
Solo con ser, no con existir, yo ya no quiero sufrir, ni mi cerebro vivir
Ni dirimir, solo redimirse, no medir
Ya no voy a pedir piedad ni disculpas, se pueden morir!

La sociedad siempre me puso los pies encima
Encima si mantienen su puesto en la cima a uno lo lastiman
Sin lástima y la estima de uno sólo se imagina
Sí marginan y gritan, giman
Mi mano está herida y el rencor que anida en mí, querida
Al no ver salida está rompiendo su crisálida y la vida
Ya ha perdido su valor al olvidar al amor
Y dejarme a la deriva del rencor y la ira

Quieren juzgarme, colgarme ¿ah?, no voy a hincarme
Yo ya me armé, ya pasaron cinco años,
Ya olvidaron el daño, creen estar bien
Quieren juzgarme, colgarme ¿ah?, no voy a hincarme
Incomunicarme, darme condena perpetua
Tú a mí, tu amor jamás
Yo tampoco, no te alarmes

El que vino a perturbar el sueño nunca más tranquilo
De las niñas inocentes, el monstruo, no podrán detenerme

Vaya encanto de tanto tiempo sin estar con alguien solo
Solo con la droga y el alcohol
No me traten como insecto, tengo un gran intelecto
Pero nunca nadie lo aceptó
Yo soy molesto pa' todos y detesto esto
Detesto que no pueda entrar
Si no es con terno, sino estoy contento
Es porque tengo un dolor que sostengo

De hace años el daño solo quiero devolver yo
Con un revólver, volver y envolver en fuego
Un cadáver para ver si me pueden entender
Solo quieren para mi cuerpo un encierro
Romper el hielo de mi mirada de hierro, mierda
Mi alma nació presa y con cadenas mi cabeza y todo pesa
Y mi saliva ya es espesa, el corazón actúa con torpeza
Y voy en busca de una presa

Que saque esto que quema con una furia de esas
En la Dehesa ellos, tan bellos, se besan
Veloz voy a apagar los destellos de esos cabellos
¿Qué saben de mí? No cesan de saciarse
Atacaré por sorpresa, hijos de puta, ¡pa' que rezan!
Llámenme asesino porque así no hay cargo en la conciencia
Si no gozo para todos, si yo caigo, es mi destino
Ser inolvidable por intimar con víctimas
Vecinos vayan, sigan su camino

Confessions of a Psychopath in Dehesa

I was born on any given day, without anyone even wanting me,
I never knew who my father was, and my mother suffered from schizophrenia.
I was barely five years old, and sorrow had already become my entire life.
There was nothing to look forward to, only escape, to leave,
To seek death without ever being someone, nor to despair.
To search for an "enough" in the dough, until the cruelest castes
Rightfully call me "a burden to society".

As there was no possibility for my intelligence,
I was overwhelmed by impotence and my shortcomings in the face of opulence.
Due to so much violence, I fell into delinquency at a very young age.
My siblings in skirts, me with marks on my back.
Mischief became evil, evil became crime, and then murder.
My mind open to contamination, it's useless for me to imagine.
Sitting on burning bricks searching for order,
Losing my way for sport.

There was nowhere to express my pain, my sorrow.
No notebooks to write on, no blocks to paint on.
I want to hide!

They want to judge me, hang me, huh? I'm not going to kneel.
I'm already armed, five years have passed,
They have forgotten the damage, they think they are fine.
They want to judge me, hang me, huh? I'm not going to kneel.
Isolate me, give me life imprisonment.
Your love for me, never.
Neither will I, don't be alarmed.

I am the one who stalks, the one who walks around lurking,
Hidden in the shadows, concealed in the deepest night.

Everyone rejects me, but the drug accepts me.
It chooses to party.
I could have been great, I could have been the best,
A successful entrepreneur, today I only demand my lighter.
They called me de-linquent, de-generate.
Never had a job, nor did they ever love me.
They tied up the man, adorned him with bad labels
And malicious prejudices.
If one or two of you had been touched,
To not be a lawyer, but a poorly paid drug addict.

They wouldn't have played. Who would have flattered them?
It's plagued with homeless people without shelter.
Don't fuck with me, please, put a drinking baby to sleep.
See that my duty has nothing to do with it?
Over there it will be green, here it's gray but they don't want to know.
The truth is that at my 20 I will dare to dream of being again.
Just being, not existing, I don't want to suffer anymore, nor my brain to live,
Nor to settle, only to redeem myself, not to measure.
I will no longer beg for mercy or apologies, they can die!

Society always put its feet on me.
On top of that, if they keep their position at the top, they hurt one.
Without mercy and the esteem of one can only imagine.
Yes, they marginalize and shout, moan.
My hand is wounded and the resentment that nests in me, my dear,
Seeing no way out, it is breaking its chrysalis, and life
Has already lost its value by forgetting love
And leaving me adrift in resentment and anger.

They want to judge me, hang me, huh? I'm not going to kneel.
I'm already armed, five years have passed,
They have forgotten the damage, they think they are fine.
They want to judge me, hang me, huh? I'm not going to kneel.
Isolate me, give me life imprisonment.
Your love for me, never.
Neither will I, don't be alarmed.

The one who came to disturb the dream, never again peaceful,
Of innocent girls, the monster, you won't be able to stop me.

What a charm for so long without being with someone alone.
Alone with drugs and alcohol.
Don't treat me like an insect, I have a great intellect,
But no one ever accepted it.
I'm annoying to everyone, and I hate this,
I hate that I can't get in
If it's not with a suit, but I'm happy
It's because I have a pain that I hold.

For years, the damage I just want to return myself,
With a revolver, return and wrap in fire,
A corpse to see if they can understand me.
They only want confinement for my body,
Break the ice from my iron gaze, shit.
My soul was born imprisoned and with chains my head, and everything weighs.
And my saliva is already thick, the heart acts clumsily,
And I go in search of prey.

To take out this burning with one of those furies.
In the Dehesa, they, so beautiful, kiss.
Swiftly I will extinguish the sparkles of that hair.
What do they know about me? They don't stop satiating themselves.
I will attack by surprise, sons of bitches, why do they pray!
Call me a murderer because that way there is no guilt.
If I don't enjoy it for everyone, if I fall, it's my destiny.
To be unforgettable for being intimate with victims.
Neighbors go, continue on your way.