Текст и перевод песни Glaukoma - Egunon

Egunon

Egunon esan du eta eguzkia sartu da.
Ezkutatu da damutu beharraren ardura.
Mamuen mundura bueltatu da azkenean,
Inpernutik pasata helduko da zerura.
Maite ditu kalamua, espuelak eta aitzurrak.
Maite ditu tarimara igo aurreko dudak.
Erotzen da gauak jarritako amua irentsita,
Erortzen da ez bazaude bizitzari itsatsita.
Etsita, ohetik jeiki ezinda, begiak itxita,
Gainbeheraren irudia iraganari eutsita.
Utzita, hautsita, barrenean istiluak,
Non daude behar direnean kontakatiluak?
Atzo dana argi baino gaur dana da inkognita,
Galderak daude orain baieztapenak zeuden tokitan.
Atzo dana guay, atzo dana oso polita,
Pero el puto clavo nadie te lo quita.
Kostata baino jeikita, abitu da komunera presaka,
Bihotzean tiritak ta garunean resaka.
Tristuraren besarkada, begitan bi malko,
Entzun nahi ez duena ispiluak esan diolako.
Berak baietz, prest daola,
But what a nice thing Ballantines ta Cocacola.
Alkoholaren autopistak peajea kobratzen du,
Zalantzak eta ajea gainetikan ezin kendu.
Ezin lehertu, ezin gerturatu ganoraren atarira,
Ez dute gonbidatu kontrolaren hitzaldira.
Konbinatuen egarri da, edan nahi du tragoz bizitza osoa,
Baino basoan ez zaio kabitzen itsasoa.
Nerbioek dute janda, azkenenengo kanutoa
Zenbagarrena izan da?
Arkada batek gogora atzoko azken kaladak,
Goizeko ordu txikitan nahiago ditu baladak.

Sounds like Babylon arriving to town,
Like drunk man full and falling down,
Like checking on the microphone is on.

Dutxatik atera da negarrez ta dardarka,
Jaboiak ez ditu garbitu azal barruko markak.
Nabaritu dezake orain euforiaren karga,
Tabernetan koadrilan ta galbanetan bakarka.
Izerdi hotzetan blai, ez dira ordu leunak.
"Egunak alde egin dio", dio Erloju Deunak.
Dagoeneko, arropak janzteko ere ez da gai,
Ez du nahi baino besarkatu behar du komuna.
Belauneko, sabela ustutzeko asmoz,
Bart hartutako trago danak batera datoz.
Eztarritik pasa zaio gautxorien kondena,
Gaur jaio balitz bezela ikusten du dena.
Bere buruari beteko ez duen hitzarmena,
Denek esaten dutena: atzokoa azkena.
Zentzudun ahots bat entzun du ozen: "Ai seme!
Ostegun Gizena ta gero beti da Ostiral Mehe!"

Sounds like...

Badakik MC, bizitzaren ostikadetatik ihesi.
Neurri gabeko gauetatik ezin jeitsi.
Euri gabeko egunak ez dituk merezi.
Benetako lagunak galtzen ez dik utzi.
Zorionaren atzetik atzo, gaur eta etzi,
Tabernak ikusi behar dituk itxita.
Etxera joateko ordua ez zaik iritsi ta
Kaleak zeudek hire barrenak lez bustita.
Poltsikoak hutsik ta mingaina hitzez josita,
Bihotzaren biguina dek zauritan.

Egunon

Good day, you are with the sun that has set.
Hidden is the responsibility to dampen.
It's finally returned to the world of ghosts,
Passing through hell it will come to heaven.
He loves the pen, the spurs, and the ax.
He loves the doubts before climbing the deck.
He goes crazy swallowing the bait that the night has placed,
He falls if you're not attached to life.
Tired, unable to get out of bed, eyes closed,
The image of decline persists in the past.
Abandoned, broken, conflicts within,
Where are the contactables when they are needed?
Yesterday everything was clear, but today everything is an enigma,
Where there used to be affirmations, now there are questions.
Yesterday everything was groovy, yesterday everything was so beautiful,
But the fucking nail, nobody takes it away from you.
With difficulty, standing up, he goes to the bathroom in a hurry,
His heart is pounding and his brain is hungover.
The embrace of sadness, two tears in his eyes,
He doesn't want to listen to what the mirror has to say.
He says yes, he is ready,
But what a nice thing Ballantines and Cocacola.
The highway of alcohol collects its toll,
Doubts and problems can't be removed.
Can't explode, can't get close to the gates of desire,
They haven't been invited to the talk on control.
He's thirsty for mixed drinks, he wants to drink life in sips,
But the sea doesn't fit in the forest.
His nerves are on edge, the last joint
Which one was it?
A gag reminds him of yesterday's last drags,
In the wee hours of the morning, he prefers ballads.

Sounds like Babylon arriving to town,
Like drunk man full and falling down,
Like checking on the microphone is on.

He came out of the shower crying and shivering,
The soap didn't wash away the marks on his skin.
He can now feel the charge of euphoria,
In groups in taverns and alone in dens.
Drenched in cold sweat, these are not gentle hours.
"The days have abandoned him," says the Clock of Time.
By now, he can't even dress himself,
He doesn't want to, but he has to hug the toilet.
On his knees, trying to empty his stomach,
All the drinks he had yesterday come up at once.
The curse of the night owls has passed through his throat,
He sees everything as if he had been born today.
A promise to himself that he won't keep,
What everyone says: yesterday was the last.
He heard a sensible voice out loud: "Oh boy!
After Fat Thursday, it's always Good Friday!"

Sounds like...

You know MC, fleeing from life's obstacles.
Can't come down from endless nights.
Doesn't deserve days without rain.
Doesn't let you lose real friends.
Behind happiness, yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
Taverns need to see you with the blinds closed.
The time to go home hasn't come to you
And the streets were as wet as your insides.
Pockets empty and lips sewn with words,
The heart's soft spot is in the wounds.