Текст и перевод песни SFDK feat. Juaninacka - Apología del Llanto

Apología del Llanto

Jeray pudo verlo todo claro siempre,
Con los ojos empañados no sabria lo q se siente,
Tomo una decision inconciente, nunca llora de dolor o de alegria porque las lagrimas mienten.
En su mente señales, ojos como puñales, son lo que lo hace diferente.
Toma el gajo. Mira y se queda callado.
No recuerda el parco asi que no recuerda haber llorado nunca.
Broncas que le buscan los compas. Frio, lios trapos sucios y compas.
Ventas poco claras hasta que explota la bomba, rompiendolo todo provocando que se rompa.
La sombra con los ojos secos como un ciego, ciego en la litera toca el techo con los dedos, dedos pegagosos, ego.
Fuego en su interior entrando y saliendo del talego, no es un juego, nadie le aguanta la mirada. pues sus ojos son espejos pero no reflejan nada.
Ni bueno ni malo; nada. Como no hay nada que decir, lengua atrapada, boca cerrada. Mira sus pupilas dilatadas de ojos secos, cuando sube para el norte con un porte de marruecos nadie a quien le importe y se pregunta, por qué estoy sintiendo ahora algo que no he sentido nunca?
El golpe de efecto que le vino a cambiqar
La falta de afecto que le impide llorar
Despues del dia sexto el pretexto perfecto
Para llorar libre y no ponerselo al mal.
De mayor, Jeray lloro, como Jeremias, por to'a la rabia contenida.
Por las tuyas por las tuyas por las mias, heridas que solo cura una tia.
Al menos asi fue como paso, pagando un error, pues ya conocio en comisaria.
Nacia el primer brote de una flor, que crecia al sol, sin pensar que el sol se apagaria.
Y esto que era verano hacia calor, se marchito, barriendo sus propios petalos.
Siempre tuvo secretos que guardo pero hoy dia otra persona los conocia.
Y eso le quema por dentro, por dentro ardia, siempre dio mas de lo que le ofrecian.
Frente al espejo dijo to'a estas lagrimas son mias sin saber si eran de pena o de alegria.
Secandose un cachete suspiro, le gusto tanto, expulso cuarenta años de llanto.
Bendice cicatrices interiores y bendice a las mujeres que hacen que los hombres lloren.
En armonia, hipersensibilidad, Jeray es un Jeday primo, poder mental.
Ahora lo se te doy mi garantia, los hombres si lloran miguel bose se confundia.
El golpe de efecto que le vino a cambiqar
La falta de afecto que le impide llorar
Despues del dia sexto el pretexto perfecto
Para llorar libre y no ponerselo al mal.
BY @SaezSoriano ;)

In Defense of Tears

Jeray could always see everything clearly,
With clouded eyes, he wouldn't know what it feels like,
He made an unconscious decision, never to cry in pain or joy because tears lie.
Signals in his mind, eyes like daggers, are what make him different.
He takes the joint. He looks and remains silent.
He doesn't remember the park so he doesn't remember ever crying.
Fights that his buddies look for. Cold, messes, dirty laundry and buddies.
Unclear sales until the bomb explodes, breaking everything, causing him to break.
The shadow with dry eyes like a blind man, blind in the bunk, touches the ceiling with his fingers, sticky fingers, ego.
Fire inside him entering and leaving the slammer, it's not a game, no one can hold his gaze, for his eyes are mirrors but they reflect nothing.
Neither good nor bad; nothing. As there is nothing to say, tongue trapped, mouth shut. He looks at his dilated pupils with dry eyes, when he goes up north with a Moroccan demeanor, no one cares, and he asks himself, why am I feeling something now that I've never felt before?
The shock that came to change him
The lack of affection that prevents him from crying
After the sixth day, the perfect excuse
To cry freely and not blame it on evil.
As an adult, Jeray cried, like Jeremiah, for all the pent-up rage.
For yours, for yours, for mine, wounds that only an aunt can heal.
At least that's how it happened, paying for a mistake, since he already knew in the police station.
The first bud of a flower was born, growing in the sun, without thinking that the sun would go out.
And this that was summer, it was hot, it withered, sweeping its own petals.
He always had secrets that he kept, but today another person knew them.
And that burns him inside, inside he burned, he always gave more than what they offered him.
In front of the mirror, he said all these tears are mine, not knowing if they were of sadness or joy.
Drying a cheek, he sighed, he liked it so much, he expelled forty years of crying.
He blesses inner scars and blesses the women who make men cry.
In harmony, hypersensitivity, Jeray is a Jedi cousin, mental power.
Now I know, I give you my guarantee, men do cry, Miguel Bosé was wrong.
The shock that came to change him
The lack of affection that prevents him from crying
After the sixth day, the perfect excuse
To cry freely and not blame it on evil.
BY @SaezSoriano ;)