Текст и перевод песни NACH - Handicaps

Handicaps

Handicaps, Handicaps, solo veo Handicaps.
Lo ideal contra lo real.
Fui leal pero sufri el mal de un entorno bárbaro,
Saque secretos de un baul y el sentido común
Me dijo guárdalos o habra un escándalo.
La cruz que llevo pesa y mis heridas se abren,
Presas del desprecio tras caras amables,
Cadaveres dispuestos a escupirme
Por no ser como ellos,
Por no callar, ni llevar collar que rodee mi cuello,
Por no ser fragil, ni dosil, ni imbecil,
Soy un peligro en potencia, ¿No?
No tengo fusil, ni uzi, ni un misil,
Solo mi voz, mi conciencia,
Solo veo Handicaps,
Dificultades, deseos extintos.
La ciudad es un laberinto de muros brutales
Tiempos en el limbo, no invoco a dioses
Que cambien las circunstancias,
Nadie soluciona sus problemas, es mas,
Se los crean a los demas
Y asi equilibran su desgracia.
Sueñan con sirenas y damas de aristocracia,
Pero viven entre sirenas de policia y ambulancias,
No se dan cuenta que la cosa es obvia,
Que mientras se odian, se abren las grietas en su memoria,
Que son marionetas, sujetas, viviendo en la inopia,
Que hacen piruetas, sobre una ruleta, una noria.
Arriba y abajo, arriba y abajo, arriba y abajo.
Sin mas historia, sin vida propia,
Sordos como una tapia, ciegos como murcielagos
Nadando en cien lagos, sin luz, sin magia,
Demasiados noes, tantos no puedo,
Cuantos "no saldra bien", pasados corroen,
Llantos y mil miedos, ¿Cuantos no son nadie?,
Quieren lo tuyo, lo suyo y lo que no existe,
Metidos en trullos, carceles, joyas, anillos y apariencia,
Es triste, te quieren asi, quieto en una silla o de rodillas,
Mientras te rodean, me mansillan,
Te moldean como arcilla.
La pesadilla de un niño que sufre bullying,
No es comparable a la de un niño que sufre de inamición,
Uno sufre un trauma... otro su propia desaparición.

Solo veo Handicaps, rodeados de maquinas, vidas estaticas,
Quieren gozar sobre un sofá, rozar la "eternity",
Viajar "so far away" y ser "celebrities",
Siempre huir, siempre un paraiso esperando en un mundo que nunca se alcanza,
Siempre un "a lo mejor", un "mañana mejor", una falsa esperanza-
Sin ver la belleza que hay delante,
Ahora, sientela, sientate y sientete.
Te has olvidado de ser, simplemente, ser.

Handicaps

Handicaps, Handicaps, I only see Handicaps.
The ideal against the real.
I was loyal but I suffered the evil of a barbaric environment,
I drew secrets from a chest and common sense
Told me to keep them or there would be a scandal.
The cross I carry is heavy and my wounds are open,
Prey to contempt behind friendly faces,
Corpses ready to spit on me
For not being like them,
For not being silent, or wearing a collar around my neck,
For not being fragile, or docile, or imbecile,
I'm a potential danger, aren't I?
I have no rifle, no uzi, no missile,
Only my voice, my conscience,
I only see Handicaps,
Difficulties, extinct desires.
The city is a labyrinth of brutal walls
Times in limbo, I don't invoke gods
Who change the circumstances,
Nobody solves their problems, what's more,
They create them for others
And thus, they balance their misfortune.
They dream of sirens and aristocratic ladies,
But they live among sirens of police and ambulances,
They don't realize that it's obvious,
That while they hate each other, the cracks open in their memory,
That they are puppets, subdued, living in poverty,
That they do pirouettes, on a roulette, a Ferris wheel.
Up and down, up and down, up and down.
Without more history, without a life of their own,
Deaf as a wall, blind as bats
Swimming in a hundred lakes, without light, without magic,
Too many nos, so many I can'ts,
How many "it won't work out", corrode the past,
Tears and a thousand fears, how many are nobody?
They want what's yours, what's theirs, and what doesn't exist,
Stuck in slums, prisons, jewels, rings and appearances,
It's sad, they want you like that, still in a chair or on your knees,
While they surround you, they defile me,
They mold you like clay.
The nightmare of a child who suffers bullying,
Is not comparable to that of a child who suffers from starvation,
One suffers a trauma... the other her own disappearance.

I only see Handicaps, surrounded by machines, static lives,
They want to enjoy on a sofa, touch "eternity",
Travel "so far away" and be "celebrities",
Always running away, always a paradise waiting in a world that is never reached,
Always an "if only", a "better tomorrow", a false hope-
Without seeing the beauty that is in front of you,
Now, feel it, sit down and feel it.
You've forgotten how to be, simply, to be.