Текст и перевод песни Kortatu - Denboraren Menpe

Denboraren Menpe

Denboraren menpe.
Denboraren menpe.

Hire aterpetik irten naizelako,
Pertsona bati ordua eskatu diot
Gaur oparitu didate erloju bat.
Pentsatu dut, orratzei begira:
Denboraren poderioak irabazi naula,
Ea ez ote den opari ona.
Nahiz eta zulo beltza bilatu,
Denboraren mugak ez dira eroriko.

Denboraren menpe.
Denboraren menpe.
Denboraren menpe.
Denboraren menpe.

Nire burua babestu behar dudanez,
Eta iragana da oso azkarra,
Karrera bat egingo diot,
Lehenaldia eta oraina nahastuko dira.
Berandu dabilela, esango dit untxi batek, aliziak eta guzti...
Eta orain berriro nahasi egin haiz, nostalgia denboraren mina.

Denboraren menpe.
Denboraren menpe.
Denboraren menpe.
Denboraren menpe.

"Lehenaldia kontrolatzen duenak,
Orainaldia kontrolatuko du.
Orainaldia kontrolatzen duenak,
Etorkizuna kontrolatuko du".
Botere berri horrek beldur ematen dit, menpetasuna okerrena.
Hemen galdu dut nire apostua, halere ospatuko dut edozein tabernatan.

Eta orain berriro nahasi egin naiz, nostalgia denboraren mina.
Eta orain berriro galdu egin naiz, iragana denboraren mina
Eta orain berriro nahasi egin naiz, nostalgia denboraren mina.
Eta orain berriro galdu egin naiz, iragana denboraren mina

Slave to Time

Slave to time.
Slave to time.

As I left your embrace,
I asked a person for the time
Today they gifted me a watch.
I thought, looking at the hands:
The power of time has conquered me,
Hopefully it's a good present.
Even though I search for a black hole,
The boundaries of time will not fall.

Slave to time.
Slave to time.
Slave to time.
Slave to time.

As I have to protect myself,
And the past is very fast,
I will run a race,
The future and the present will mix.
You're running late, a rabbit with wings will tell me...
And now again you've mixed it up, the pain of nostalgic time.

Slave to time.
Slave to time.
Slave to time.
Slave to time.

"He who controls the past,
Controls the present.
He who controls the present,
Controls the future".
This new power frightens me, dependence is the worst.
Here I've lost my bet, however I'll celebrate in any tavern.

And now again you've mixed it up, the pain of nostalgic time.
And now again you've lost, the pain of past time
And now again you've mixed it up, the pain of nostalgic time.
And now again you've lost, the pain of past time