Текст и перевод песни El Samurai - El Exiliado

El Exiliado

-Llegó la noche y el extranjero...-
-Prefiero que estreches suavemente mi mano ahora que estoy
Vivo y no que apoyes tu cuerpo sobre mi cadáver cuando yo muera-

Exiliado y apartado primero mueres y después renaces,
Aunque tu gente te rechace,
No importa porque el tiempo avanza y tu camino
Busca un desenlace, busca un amigo sin disfraces,
Que sentirás al no escuchar a nadie donde se mirase,
Al acostumbrarse a caminar donde solo se yace,
Se hace un fantasma que escribe una frase se muere de olvido
Que grita al vacío sin que lo escuchasen,
Hoy no hay nada, no es nadie y no importa
Es un valiente y un cobarde, sólo Dios juzga su historia,
Su vida en el desierto, su alma seca sin resentimiento,
Ni a la muerte, ni a la soledad, ni al viento,
Que llenó sus ojos con arena y sus labios secos con recuerdos,
Exiliado alimentando la locura,
La pasión de los no vivos, y no muertos,
Amarga soledad que me das miedo en tu silencio
Trae lo oscuro de mis pensamientos, inciertos...

-Y ahora no podrás hacer nada!

-Muerte y tristeza placer y no belleza será lo que aconseja la maldad,
Te enceguecen y te ofrecen los momentos y
Aunque a veces lastimaras a quien dices amar.
Yo tuve que entrar a su castillo y

Perder el brillo que alumbraba mi cantar,
Era el castillo de la soledad-

Que es más importante? no es el caminante o el camino,
Yo me imagino que el pergamino donde está
Escrito tu destino de exiliado te nombrará,
El que se oculta en esta vida es otra porque se
Marchita que sangra y que grita porque llegó su final,
Si al enterarse mis oídos que este corazón
Cortado y confundido mañana se oxidaría entre el olvido,
Habría lágrima de auxilio porque
Lidió con la muerte y su manto desteñido,
Arrepentirse y dirigirse al ser supremo no rendirse,
De rodillas se hace grande al hombre cuando sabe que va a hundirse,
No subyugan sus pecados y en su alma hay un
Eclipse, hay una lluvia triste sólo y sin morirse,
Su mente intenta dirigirse y volar con
Un perfume que intenta extinguirse con él.
Él escribe sus recuerdos así vive y cierra los ojos viaja por el
Cielo y al abrirlos sus pies se lo impiden,
Están pegados en la tierra no habrá sol que los motive,
Los muertos en vida no sueñan no duermen por temor a que los priven,
No puedan respirar tampoco despedirse de su madre,
De su hermana de su hija,
Dale un solo instante para que sus
Palabras se dirijan al oyente, no se aflijan por...

Descansa en Paz CANTOR PINTOR POETA!!!

The Exile

-The night has come and the stranger...-
-I prefer that you gently squeeze my hand now that I'm
Alive and don't support your body on my corpse when I die-

Exiled and set aside first you die and then you're reborn,
Even if your people reject you,
It doesn't matter because time moves forward and your path
Seeks an outcome, seeks a friend without disguises,
That you will feel when you don't listen to anyone where you looked,
When getting used to walking where only lies,
A ghost is made who writes a sentence dies of oblivion
That screams out into the void without being listened to,
Today there is nothing, it is nobody and it does not matter
He is a brave man and a coward, only God judges his story,
His life in the desert, his soul dry without resentment,
Neither to death, nor to loneliness, nor to the wind,
That filled his eyes with sand and his dry lips with memories,
Exiled, feeding madness,
The passion of the non-living, and not dead,
Bitter loneliness that frightens me in your silence
Bring the darkness of my thoughts, uncertain...

-And now you won't be able to do anything!

-Death and sadness pleasure and not beauty will be what evil advises,
They blind you and offer you the moments and
Although sometimes you hurt the one you say you love.
I had to enter his castle and

Lose the glow that illuminated my singing,
It was the castle of loneliness-

What is more important? is not the walker or the path,
I imagine that the parchment where it is
Written your destiny as an exile will name you,
The one who hides in this life is another because he
Withers away bleeding and screaming because his end has come,
If upon hearing my ears that this heart
Cut and confused tomorrow would rust among oblivion,
There would be a cry for help because
He dealt with death and his faded cloak,
To repent and turn to the supreme being not to give up,
On his knees man becomes great when he knows he is going to sink,
His sins do not subdue him and in his soul there is a
Eclipse, there is a sad rain only and without dying,
His mind tries to direct itself and fly with
A perfume that tries to extinguish itself with it.
He writes his memories that's how he lives and closes his eyes travels through the
Heaven and opening them his feet prevent him,
They are stuck in the earth there will be no sun to motivate them,
The living dead do not dream do not sleep for fear that they will be deprived,
They cannot breathe nor can they say goodbye to their mother,
His sister his daughter,
Give him a single moment for his
Words reach the listener, do not be saddened by...

Rest in Peace SINGER PAINTER POET!!!