Canto - La Mare перевод на английский

Canto

Canto para sanar heridas que quieren rebrotar.
Las curo con limón y canción
Y arrojo nueva luz sobre lo oscuro.
Canto porque, si no, se quedan presas al corazón
Heridas que no me dejan ver que todo está naciendo
Y ahora me toca a mí renacer.

Canto y, con esta voz, mato fantasmas de la razón.
Cierro los ojos, sale del pecho,
Vibrando el cuerpo, latiendo adentro.
Se agarra al aire que sale lento,
La carcajada del pensamiento,
Sonido hermoso sin fundamento
Limpiando todo lo que está muerto...
Sale así, pura y desnuda, sin armaduras
LA CANCIÓN.

Canto para sanar heridas que quieren rebrotar.
Las curo con limón y canción
Y arrojo nueva luz sobre lo oscuro.
Canto porque, si no, se quedan presas al corazón
Espinas que no me dejan ver que todo está naciendo
Y ahora me toca a mí renacer.
Canto y, con esta voz, mato fantasmas de la razón.
Cierro los ojos, sale del pecho,
Vibrando el cuerpo, latiendo adentro.
Se agarra al aire que sale lento,
La carcajada del pensamiento,
Sonido hermoso sin fundamento
Limpiando todo lo que está muerto...

Sale así, pura y desnuda, sin armaduras
LA CANCIÓN.

Singing

I sing to heal wounds that want to sprout again.
I cure them with lemon and song
And I cast new light on the dark.
I sing because, if I don't, they stay prisoners to the heart
Wounds that don't let me see that everything is being born
And now it's my turn to be reborn.

I sing and, with this voice, I kill ghosts of reason.
I close my eyes, it comes out of my chest,
Vibrating the body, beating inside.
It grabs onto the air that comes out slowly,
The laughter of thought,
A beautiful sound without substance
Cleaning everything that is dead...
It comes out like this, pure and naked, without armor
THE SONG.

I sing to heal wounds that want to sprout again.
I cure them with lemon and song
And I cast new light on the dark.
I sing because, if I don't, they stay prisoners to the heart
Thorns that don't let me see that everything is being born
And now it's my turn to be reborn.
I sing and, with this voice, I kill ghosts of reason.
I close my eyes, it comes out of my chest,
Vibrating the body, beating inside.
It grabs onto the air that comes out slowly,
The laughter of thought,
A beautiful sound without substance
Cleaning everything that is dead...

It comes out like this, pure and naked, without armor
THE SONG.