Текст и перевод песни Iratxo - Despierta

Despierta

Desalojando la intemperie, engalanada la escombrera, entre la fogata y el derrumbe.
Retumba lo prohibido, faltan versos sobran ruidos, faltan puños que golpeen en el destino.

Si desmantelas la pasión tan solo queda el olvido, comiendo tierra y lleno de vacío.
Anunciando que volverá con el pelo suelto al viento, entre la escarcha del roció.

Y si preguntan se hace el silencio, que las bocas callan cuando tienen miedo a la libertad.
I si pregunten es fa el silenci, que les boques callen, quan tenan por a la llibertat.
E se preguntan, faise o silencio, que as bocas calan cando teñem medo a leberdade.
Galdetzean, isiltasuna, ahoak askatasunari beldur direnean.

Destiñendo la bandera, con el amo bajo la soga, esperando a ver si se posa.
Descojonando el fracaso, que ya nadie le hace caso, y dio su brazo a torcer.

En cueros y con la piel llena de lametazos, que la vida hija de puta se hizo cargo.
Agarrando palmo a palmo, para dejarle volver, concebida pa ser una utopía.

Y si preguntan se hace el silencio, que las bocas callan cuando tienen miedo a la libertad.
I si pregunten es fa el silenci, que les boques callen, quan tenan por a la llibertat.
E se preguntan, faise o silencio, que as bocas calan cando teñem medo a leberdade.
Galdetzean, isiltasuna, ahoak askatasunari beldur direnean.

Awake

Evacuating the bad weather, the dump is dressed up, between the bonfire and the collapse.
What is forbidden rumbles, there are missing verses but there is enough noise, there are missing fists that beat in fate.

If you dismantle passion, only oblivion remains, eating dirt and full of emptiness.
Announcing that it will return with flowing hair in the wind, in the frost of the dew.

And if they ask, there is silence, because mouths are silent when they are afraid of freedom.
And if they ask, it is silenced, because the mouths are silent when they are afraid of freedom.
And if they ask, it is made in silence, because the mouths are silent when they are afraid of freedom.
If they ask, it is silence, when mouths are afraid of freedom.

Discoloring the flag, with the master under the rope, waiting to see if it will land.
Laughing at the failure, that nobody pays attention to him anymore, and he gave his arm to twist.

Naked and with skin full of licks, that the life of a bitch took charge.
Gripping palm by palm, to let it come back, conceived to be a utopia.

And if they ask, there is silence, because mouths are silent when they are afraid of freedom.
And if they ask, it is silenced, because the mouths are silent when they are afraid of freedom.
And if they ask, it is made in silence, because the mouths are silent when they are afraid of freedom.
If they ask, it is silence, when mouths are afraid of freedom.