Текст и перевод песни Motin.82 - De Malos Tratos (Planes)

De Malos Tratos (Planes)

Traté de cambiar de planes para ampliarme hasta acercarme a mí
Centrarme en el arte para serenar el arder que te da vivir
Traté de cambiar de planes para ampliarme hasta acercarme a mí
Centrarme en el arte para serenar el arder que te da vivir

No son mis planes, mi ser a veces se va de sí
Nunca fueron mis planes, mi fe a veces me evade, y
Esto no estaba en mis planes, sabés, a mí no me va mentir
No van a ser mis planes, llegar cuando sea tarde, y fin

Sé que a veces no controlo nada tanto como creo
Creo dramas y los canto, alto y para mí solo
De malos tratos y modos, cada vez que me inmolo
Mato otro rato y me atoro
Con otro dato, si todo salió innato lo ignoro
Pisé mi lodo, y yo con zapatos
Coronas de trapo y ni trono
Ondas sonoras en oídos de cartón
Cambié de profesión, como Sábato
Si no muestro mi don, me siento avaro
En lo de morder el pasto, un galardón
Comida de ayer para hoy
Dejo pasar el tiempo como si fuera infinito
Me siento diminuto en el mundo que habito
Ya no repito tanto los trucos, y es un hito
Te invito a este trato de placeres y gritos
Y casi en la paz limítrofe, por fin
Otra catástrofe que no vi, Chernobyl
En mi órbita hay un motín
Peleas de mis hemisferios: Odín y Loki
Y yo acá inmóvil, esperando un call me
Buscando que el cambio propio sea por mí
Sin reconocerme en esas old pics
Honey, love me if you can, como Al Green

Traté de cambiar de planes para ampliarme hasta acercarme a mí
Centrarme en el arte para serenar el arder que te da vivir
Traté de cambiar de planes para ampliarme hasta acercarme a mí
Centrarme en el arte para serenar el arder que te da vivir

No son mis planes, mi ser a veces se va de sí
Nunca fueron mis planes, mi fe a veces me evade, y
Esto no estaba en mis planes, sabés, a mí no me va mentir
No van a ser mis planes, llegar cuando sea tarde, y fin

Vidas repetidas, idas y venidas, y las despedidas de
Días de ventilar heridas, respirar, dedicarme al fin a ser
Vidas repetidas, idas y venidas, y las despedidas de
Días de ventilar heridas, respirar, dedicarme al fin a ser

Of Bad Treatment (Plans)

I tried to change my plans, to broaden myself, to get closer to me
Focus on my art, to calm the burning that life gives you
I tried to change my plans, to broaden myself, to get closer to me
Focus on my art, to calm the burning that life gives you

These aren't my plans, my being sometimes loses itself
They were never my plans, my faith sometimes evades me, and
This wasn't in my plans, you know, lying doesn't suit me
These won't be my plans, arriving when it's too late, the end

I know that sometimes I don't control anything as much as I think
I create dramas and sing them, loud and for myself alone
Of bad treatment and ways, every time I immolate myself
I kill another moment and get stuck
With another piece of information, if everything came naturally, I ignore it
I stepped in my mud, and me, with shoes on
Crowns of rags and not even a throne
Sound waves in cardboard ears
I changed professions, like Sábato
If I don't show my gift, I feel greedy
In the act of biting the dust, an award
Yesterday's food for today
I let time pass as if it were infinite
I feel tiny in the world I inhabit
I don't repeat the tricks so much anymore, and it's a milestone
I invite you to this deal of pleasures and screams
And almost at the bordering peace, finally
Another catastrophe that I didn't see, Chernobyl
There's a mutiny in my orbit
Fights between my hemispheres: Odin and Loki
And I'm here immobile, waiting for a call
Looking for self-change to be for me
Without recognizing myself in those old pics
Honey, love me if you can, like Al Green

I tried to change my plans, to broaden myself, to get closer to me
Focus on my art, to calm the burning that life gives you
I tried to change my plans, to broaden myself, to get closer to me
Focus on my art, to calm the burning that life gives you

These aren't my plans, my being sometimes loses itself
They were never my plans, my faith sometimes evades me, and
This wasn't in my plans, you know, lying doesn't suit me
These won't be my plans, arriving when it's too late, the end

Repeated lives, comings and goings, and the farewells of
Days of airing out wounds, breathing, finally dedicating myself to being
Repeated lives, comings and goings, and the farewells of
Days of airing out wounds, breathing, finally dedicating myself to being