Текст и перевод песни Manolo Garcia - Creyente Bajo Torres De Alta Tension

Creyente Bajo Torres De Alta Tension

He vuelto sin ti al rincón olvidado
De una infinita campiña sin senderos ni cercados.
He vuelto a esa nada poblada de calles
Vacías de gente.

Como en un sueño, de todo ausente;
Alejado y creyente de estampas, creyente.
Creyente en ejido anegado de alelíes,
De pájaros bobos, de poetas rotos
Sobre las arterias
De asfalto que contigo arreciaron.
Hacia los confines vírgenes remotos
De cielos prometidos, falsos,
Que son llanto quedo de garzas en vuelo.

Creyente sobre torre de marfil.
Creyente, creyente.

He vuelto sin ti al Edén soñado,
De una infinita campiña sin senderos ni cercados.
He vuelto a esa nada vacía de calles
Pobladas de gente.

Como en un sueño, de todo ausente.
Alejado y creyente de Ilíadas, creyente.
Creyente en un campo anegado de pecados,
Creyente en un pozo de petróleo en alta mar,
De pájaros bobos, de muñecas rotas bajo luminarias,
De calles que contigo amanecí,
Hacia los confines de galaxias solitarias
Porque al averno arrastran.

Creyente bajo torres de alta tensión.
Creyente en vuelo libre sin motivo ni motor.

Believers Under High-voltage Towers

I have returned without you, to the forgotten corner
Of an infinite open field, with no pathways, or fences.
I have returned to that nothingness, populated by streets
Empty of people.

Like in a dream, distant from everything;
Alienated, and a believer in images, believer.
Believer in a field, flooded with wallflowers,
Of foolish birds, of broken poets
Upon the arteries
Of asphalt, which with you became violent.
Towards the remote virgin borders
Of heavens promised, false,
Which are the quiet cries of herons in flight.

Believer upon an ivory tower.
Believer, believer.

I have returned without you, to the dreamt of Eden,
Of an infinite open field, with no pathways, or fences.
I have returned to that nothingness, empty of streets
Populated by people.

Like in a dream, distant from everything.
Alienated, and a believer in Iliad, believer.
Believer in a field, flooded with sins,
Believer in an oil well in the open sea,
Of foolish birds, of broken dolls beneath streetlamps,
Of streets, which with you I saw dawn,
Towards the borders of solitary galaxies
Because they drag me to hell.

Believer beneath high-voltage towers.
Believer in free flight, without reason or motor.