Текст и перевод песни Mente Sabia Crú - Depresión Creativa

Depresión Creativa

Me sentia fragil, me sentía inconciente
Sentia golpes fuertes que azotaban en mi vientre
Incanzablemente buscaba la solucion
Al dolor al temor, a esta maldita depresion creativa
Que encierra mi vida en unas lineas
Y por mas que escriba no allaré salida esta conciencia intranquila
Que de rimas mi vida mantiene activa
Y me salvan del dolor que amor estampó en forma de heridas
El corazon no puede mas y de a poco la tinta del lapiz se empezaba a gastar
Me daba cuenta lo frustrante que era
Y sin perder mas el tiempo comence una nueva era
Voy a suicidarme, tirarme quizas el karma me calma
La alarma ya sono, curo salida abierta, ciertas farsas
Mientras se llena el plumon, del pulmon, del salmon contra corriente
Con mas de algun piloto y con pachorra hasta en sus dientes
Compadre se siente impaciente, tome asiento
Son sientos los cuentos que pierdo la cuenta
Arroja, se acuerda hermano, no estoy cuerdo, si somos los cerdos
Con cuaderno en mano, marihuano, despacho al fulano fuera
De esta esfera me espera una larga espera aspera
Soy quien soy y nunca recurro a las mascaras
Mas cara te sale la envidia
En vigilia, ya no hay quien vigile
Son miles los viles jiles que por pasta se deprimen
Es un cerdo, el mito que invito a poner su depre en un cuaderno
Se que pierdo y el infierno no es tan malo
Como para no quererlo, somos solos
Y puedo verlo, el odio no puedo esconderlo
Y mi intencion no es promoverlo
Trato de atrapar la imagen mas bonita que me quede
Entre paginas se mueve, imaginar que ya no duele
Pero no se puede, el contacto es demaciado level
El cariño ya es tan breve
Como un litro pa quien bebe
Y yo se que sucede
Si en un cd puse mi pena
Yo puse lo que me llena con el toxico en las venas
El tiempo me envenena y tus desaires me condenan
La vida me entrena pa sobrevivir en la colmena
Lo peor de estar asi es que se apreta el corazon
Lo mejor claramente la motivacion, la refleccion, la inspiracion
La solucion al estado tan temido llamado depresion
Es mas sencillo de lo que imaginas
Hablen de paz de un pastero en el pasto y empastara mentiras
Como tu vecina compra la cecina
Es ahora otra pobladora, en su casa asesina
Su marido la golpeaba maltrataba
No sintió dolor, solo rencor y quince puñaladas
Basta dijo a eso ahora en calidad de peso
Le pesa el peso
Y el proceso le rompio los sesos

Creative Depression

I felt fragile, I felt unconscious
I felt strong blows hitting my belly
I tirelessly searched for the solution
To the pain, to the fear, to this damn creative depression
That encloses my life in a few lines
And as much as I write, I won't find a way out, this restless conscience
That keeps my life active with rhymes
And they save me from the pain that love stamped in the form of wounds
The heart can't take it anymore and little by little the pencil ink was running out
I realized how frustrating it was
And without wasting any more time I started a new era
I'm going to kill myself, maybe throw myself off, karma will calm me down
The alarm already rang, cure, open exit, certain farces
While the duvet fills up, from the lung, from the salmon against the current
With more than one pilot and with calmness even in their teeth
Friend feels impatient, take a seat
Hundreds are the stories that I lose count
Throw it away, remember brother, I'm not sane, if we are the pigs
With notebook in hand, marijuana, I send the guy out
Out of this sphere, a long, rough wait awaits me
I am who I am and I never resort to masks
Envy costs you more
In vigil, there is no one to watch over anymore
Thousands are the vile fools who get depressed for money
He is a pig, the myth that I invited to put his depression in a notebook
I know I'm losing and hell is not so bad
As not to love it, we are alone
And I can see it, I can't hide the hate
And my intention is not to promote it
I try to capture the most beautiful image that I have left
It moves between pages, imagine it doesn't hurt anymore
But it can't be, the contact is too level
Affection is already so brief
Like a liter for the one who drinks
And I know what happens
If I put my sorrow on a CD
I put what fills me with the toxic in my veins
Time poisons me and your snubs condemn me
Life trains me to survive in the hive
The worst thing about being like this is that the heart tightens
The best thing, clearly, is the motivation, the reflection, the inspiration
The solution to the dreaded state called depression
It's simpler than you think
Talk about peace from a pothead in the grass and he would spread lies
Like your neighbor buys the jerky
She is now another settler, in her house she is a murderer
Her husband beat her, abused her
She didn't feel pain, only resentment and fifteen stab wounds
Enough, she said to that, now as a weight
The weight weighs on her
And the process broke her brains