Текст и перевод песни Isaak Aguilà - Raons

Raons

Sóc un dibuix desanimat,
Un apunt posat al marge,
Un concepte sense fons.

He pagat cada somriure,
Amb petons fingits però nostres,
Que ara no ja valen res.

Tot ho faig fàcil però tu m'ho compliques tot,
Amb vocables il•legibles
Que escupen els teus llavis bruts.

Tot m'ho extravies, el que sé i el que no sé
I evidencies amb recel,
La llunyania del meu cel.

La raó per no seguir,
La raó per engegar-te o apagar-te,
Pintar-te o bé esborrar-te
Del meu món.

Sóc un dibuix desanimat,
Un apunt posat al marge,
Un concepte sense fons.

He pagat cada somriure,
Amb petons fingits però nostres,
Que ara no ja valen res.

Culpa i rabia
Brollen dins d'un cor segat,
Sense colors ni sensacions,
Però bategant per anar endavant.

Viu en el dubte de sentir el que ja està escrit,
En aquells llibres de poetes
O filòsofs oblidats.

La raó per no seguir,
La raó per engegar-te o apagar-te
Pintar-te o bé esborrar-te del meu món.

Sóc un dibuix desanimat,
Un apunt posat al marge,
Un concepte sense fons.

He pagat cada somriure,
Amb petons fingits però nostres,
Que ara no ja valen res.

I ara he trobat una raó
Una força innata que em fa caminar amb dos peus
Que et convida a no passar dins el meu món.

Sóc un dibuix desanimat,
Un apunt posat al marge,
Un concepte sense fons.

He pagat cada somriure,
Amb petons fingits però nostres,
Que ara no ja valen res.

Sóc un dibuix desanimat,
Un apunt posat al marge,
Un concepte sense fons.

He pagat cada somriure,
Amb petons fingits però nostres,
Que ara no ja valen res.

Reasons

I am a lifeless animation,
A note written in the margins,
A concept devoid of substance.

I have paid for each smile,
With forced kisses from our own lips,
Those that now no longer hold any value.

I make everything look effortless, yet you complicate it all,
With illegible words,
Which are spat from your tainted mouth.

You rob me of everything, the knowledge I have and that which I do not,
And you bring it to light with suspicion,
How distant my heaven feels.

The reason not to continue,
The reason to start or to stop,
To paint you, or to erase you
From within my world.

I am a lifeless animation,
A note written in the margins,
A concept devoid of substance.

I have paid for each smile,
With forced kisses from our own lips,
Those that now no longer hold any value.

Guilt and rage,
Are bubbling up in a wounded heart,
That lacks colors and feelings,
Yet beats to keep going.

It breathes in the doubt of expressing that which is already written,
In those books of poets
Or forgotten philosophers.

The reason not to continue,
The reason to start or to stop,
To paint you, or to erase you from my world.

I am a lifeless animation,
A note written in the margins,
A concept devoid of substance.

I have paid for each smile,
With forced kisses from our own lips,
Those that now no longer hold any value.

And now I have discovered a reason,
An innate force that makes me walk on two feet,
Which invites you to not partake in my world.

I am a lifeless animation,
A note written in the margins,
A concept devoid of substance.

I have paid for each smile,
With forced kisses from our own lips,
Those that now no longer hold any value.

I am a lifeless animation,
A note written in the margins,
A concept devoid of substance.

I have paid for each smile,
With forced kisses from our own lips,
Those that now no longer hold any value.