Текст и перевод песни La Habitación Roja - 23

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Si pudiera describir como tú me haces sentir
Cuando estás cerca, cuando me arrancas la piel,
Cuando me atas, cuando estás dentro de mí.

Contigo he vuelto, he vuelto a nacer
Y lo vulgar se vuelve especial,
Si nos critican es porque nunca se han sentido igual.

Pero eso no nos importará,
No lo hará nunca más,
Lo que ellos digan dará igual,
Tú y yo, sin temor,
Tan diferentes, tan iguales,
Tan inocentes y a la vez culpables.
El odio se aprende,
Aunque parece que nadie lo entiende.

Y sólo espero no tener que aprender
A odiar a alguien que me ha hecho comprender
Que en este mundo hay algo que
No se puede comprar, algo que solo se da.

Yo estaba muerta, vieja a los veintitrés,
No había nadie que me hiciera sentir,
Esta es la droga que me hace entender
Que es lo que importa y lo que no nos importará.

No lo hará nunca más,
Lo que ellos digan dará igual,
Tú y yo, sin temor,
Tan diferentes, tan iguales,
Tan inocentes y a la vez culpables.
El odio se aprende,
Aunque parece que nadie lo entiende.

No nos importará...

No lo hará...

Levántate, ponte a andar,
No vuelvas a mirar atrás,
Hazte escuchar, escúchame,
Ya nadie nos podrá parar.

No lo harán nunca más,
Lo que ellos digan dará igual,
Tú y yo, sin temor,
Tan diferentes, tan iguales,
Tan inocentes y a la vez culpables.
El odio se aprende,
Eso parece que nadie lo entiende.

23

If I could describe the way you make me feel
When you are near, when you tear away my skin,
When you tie me up, when you are inside me.

With you I have come back to life, I've been reborn
And the vulgar becomes special,
If we are criticized it is because they have never felt the same way.

But that wont matter to us,
It will never matter again,
What they say will not matter,
You and I, without fear,
So different, so equal,
So innocent and at the same time guilty.
Hatred is learned,
Although it seems that no one understands it.

And I only hope that I won't have to learn
To hate someone who has made me understand
That in this world there is something that
Cannot be bought, something that is only given.

I was dead, old at twenty-three,
There was no one who could make me feel,
This is the drug that makes me understand
What is important and what will not matter to us.

It wont ever matter again,
What they say will not matter,
You and I, without fear,
So different, so equal,
So innocent and at the same time guilty.
Hatred is learned,
Although it seems that no one understands it.

It wont matter to us...

It wont...

Get up, start walking,
Don't look back,
Make yourself heard, listen to me,
No one will be able to stop us now.

They will never matter again,
What they say will not matter,
You and I, without fear,
So different, so equal,
So innocent and at the same time guilty.
Hatred is learned,
That seems that no one understands.